1. I will cry for my son for my lifetime
And poetry will cry for him after my death

2. And I will spend my days in agony
My expressions conveying its depths

3. And any sorrow less than what he deserves
Is not loyalty other than my demise

4. And perhaps I did not conceal from him, for I
Saw forthcoming all that will come

5. Death has afflicted the core of the son I hoarded
For my lifetime, and they afflict me with five daughters

6. And I hoped he would be my Muhammad
The stockpile of my hopes and treasure of my life

7. So loss of fortune emptied my stockpile
And passed sentence on my hopes and cropped my plants

8. The father of hospitality left me without their company
So I hosted loneliness in my orchards

9. Did you know your generosity that I
Kept my flanks from hosting serpents

10. And I did not live but sixteen pilgrimages
God watered their era from years

11. And you used to entice people with righteousness and piety
Generous in youth, aloof from folly

12. Muhammad do not go far away for my sadness
Clouds its clarity with the clash of my qualities

13. You moved from my chest and room to decay
So the caravan of sorrow embarked in my chambers

14. The poles of my death became your conveyance
And they have no guide but my sighs

15. Do you reproach that sleep is averse to eyes
That have not lined with sleep a year

16. And that none but me you left lonesome among all people
And none but my attributes are marked with bereavement

17. And that the joy of the self is aside my side
And I swear it does not show on my features

18. And that a place you frequented is now vacated
A company of visitors for it and mourners

19. I met misfortune ushered in, but it
Was a meeting that scattered my group with arrows

20. I was granted composure of my ardour by grace and mercy
And I lost control and could not maintain my composure

21. And you addressed me while my soul was intoxicated
The address of one shouting from tipsiness

22. By myself wandering about the burial ground
From the place of serpents to the house of decay

23. Poor unto the Merciful without worship
Rich without benevolence and good deeds

24. I deserted patience though it was beautiful
For I found the patience of the beautiful dead

25. And I was certain of it beyond the desert
When my brothers betrayed me and few remained loyal

26. And the pigeons nested in it while I
Was not wary of the knocks of my nights

27. And my promise to it stretches out to me and its edge
Is dejected and my heart is ever regretful

28. Oh would that it were mercy, but alas it was regret to the glances
That walked between us with eyes cast down

29. And I still hoped for it until I saw it
Silent to my spite in stillness

30. So I kissed a face that was to me before a prayer
I perform toward it from all my directions

31. And I decided not to bid it farewell until I visit it
And indeed soon all that is coming will come