1. Ibn Ibrahim's son went away,
And thereby dimmed the eyes of beauty.

2. He died while his youth still fresh,
His life but newly begun.

3. He died while his doves in the orchard
Still grieved for the loss of his melody.

4. The dew weeps and laments for him,
With easy tears none else could stir.

5. The branch in the garden withered
At the death of the branch it loved.

6. The horizon grew pale at his loss,
The stars and moon lost their sparkle.

7. The moon in its phases asks
About a moon that set in the dark.

8. He descended into the earth's embrace
After our hearts were his dwelling.

9. His company once lifted care,
But now humankind want his song.

10. Say to his friends, loving him still,
By God, no heart is without sorrow!

11. O singer to his circle of friends,
Your voice brought joy to the gathering.

12. Your voice was a cure for sickness
That healed the love-torn sufferer.

13. My longing for the nights with him!
Once the brightest of dawns were dim.

14. Longing for your life - if only
It had been given more days to live!

15. Longing for your soul, daughter of hope!
Radiant virtues streamed from it.

16. Knowledge in the garden of your heart
Watered wisdom's saplings endlessly.

17. How can the narrow grave now contain
What the ocean's breadth failed to hold?

18. Merit and kindness have now waned;
Grace and gentleness are no more.

19. O people, do not weep,
For dawn itself is in tears for him.

20. Do not mourn excessively,
For clouds and rain already wail.