1. My treatment did not cure the sick one,
But rather increased illness during hardship.

2. And I despaired of the doctor curing his disease,
So my heart was afflicted with the illness of despair.

3. I hoped for his health from his sickness,
But my hope was the opposite of my wish.

4. And I wished I could be his sacrifice,
But my hope was foiled so I was his sacrifice.

5. And I wished I was buried in his grave,
In his place while he was in my home.

6. After his departure, I was deprived of the pleasure of sleep,
It avoided my eyes so I lost sleep.

7. And indeed I refused while in my heart was an ember,
Its flames kindled by my sides.

8. And my heart was filled with its burning so,
My sighs came with the panting breath.

9. One who lost a cub, death hastened him,
It did not linger to let him stay.

10. Nothing came to him faster than his fate,
And his departure from me into the wilderness.

11. He only lived seven years of his life,
And went to the abode of destruction for the test.

12. Then he rode the steed of death seeking,
A mound tied to a barren boulder.

13. He took refuge in a coffin and the loneliness of a residence,
And shrouds, deaf, rigid, and bleak.

14. And he chose his dwelling in the burial ground distracted,
From a life that is no cure for survival.

15. I, for Ishmael, am not consoled,
But I have lost my patience and solace.

16. His separation and distance have saddened me
And his immense tragedy has distressed me.

17. I was hoarding him for every disaster,
And protecting him in good and bad times.

18. But death has snatched him from me,
So it has aimed the bow of death into my heart.

19. It left my heart riddled with its wounds,
Drenched in my tears and my blood.

20. I make the waters flow over my heart hoping
It will cool my burning thirst and craving.

21. But if I cool its fire it rages,
So I am astonished by a fire stoked by water.

22. Restlessly I stayed up all night wakeful,
As if I was thrown upon hot sands.

23. Yearning I cry for the one who passed by me,
And when I see a boy my affliction rages.

24. Truly I am astonished by my life after him,
And my pleasure without him in drinking water,

25. Or seeing myself smiling and sniffing
The breeze after his departure.

26. Or that worries of him leave my thoughts
While his image is formed before me.

27. Had he lived he would have been logical and successful,
And far from the foolishness of youth.

28. His insight would have guided our minds,
That he would emerge as the best of the best.

29. But not everything sought by the wise,
Is attained through intelligence.

30. The lightning bears witness and the thunder,
That it is the mark of every cloud and rain.

31. And dawn bears witness that the radiance of its light,
Always indicates the illumination of brilliance.

32. The blows of the honed sword have not ceased
To warn you of its edge and flash.

33. When they crowded around his deathbed,
I hoped to not remain among the living.

34. And I remained depressed, suffering agony,
In a state worse than misfortunes.

35. Time was unjust to me in its rulings,
So I was afflicted by it with a life of servitude.

36. My strength and mind were my sight,
So I remained blind without vision.

37. For the dead have no loyal father or friend
Who visit him after his death loyally.

38. Let not the long life of the living deceive him,
For his fate after it is to perish.

39. And one remains long buried in the earth
Until he sees a trace of the remains.