1. The night has passed and I have not slept an hour
Restlessness and longing have saddened me

2. And when I remember you, O son of Musa,
My eyes shed copious tears

3. I did not weep for the departed because of their loss
Yet I cried, and rarely does crying console me

4. The sun of day eclipsed for him, so the sun
Became as if it was clouded with smoke

5. After you, O son of Musa, there is no life left in them
That they hope for in the vicissitudes of events

6. They were a nation, in nights when you were among them
For whom an era of eras was hoped for

7. But after you, O son of Musa, people have become
Like a canal of war without dams

8. Their houses resembling each other with plaster
For the floods between fences and pillars

9. The son of Musa passed away, and with him generosity, glory
And honor in the preservation of power

10. The son of Musa, generosity, glory and honor
Were gathered in the grave between winding sheets

11. None like him has died among them after Talha
For those who ask and on a day of calamity

12. And if your steeds, O son of Musa, have become
Smooth flanked roaming in the meadows

13. It is because they are led to the enemy as destriers
Bared, set aside with the riders

14. Of every swimming one and bare swimming
Like the master on a cloudy and smoky day

15. The son of Musa had built with formidable might
Difficult of ascent, unassailable columns

16. So he dwelt and left among you with an act
The best of homes and most beautiful of buildings