1. For he has two palms that rain
Springtime for the orphans and the poor.

2. When news of Khalid's death reached me
As my tears flowed copiously.

3. And what burdens and needs press upon me,
And glory upon glory made heavy by fate.

4. The days have folded their tents and departed,
Migrating nights come in succession.

5. He was nursed by Quraysh, honored by Darim,
And Sa'd, of generous glory are his tribes.