1. The free suffer in the suspicion of their time,
Does time have a grudge against the honorable?

2. The market of virtue still fails with it,
It's enough, and it spends money and blossoms.

3. Your world is a house that has not ceased to be built in it,
The vicissitudes of tribulations and the destruction of buildings.

4. You want retaliation for those you lost from virtue,
The wound of virtue is formidable in souls.

5. Death took off his garment of life,
Indeed, the garment of life is borrowed.

6. My ardor - the doomsday of my mind has come,
When its lights were eclipsed.

7. And my day from the loss of it became
Night, and my night with insomnia became day.

8. I became lonely in the world after him,
So it was as if its population became barren.

9. A tear erased the beauty of patience from me,
With which lines were drawn on my page.

10. Oh I wish I had shared his livelihood,
If I had a choice with fate.

11. Oh I wish I had shared with him the pain of virtue,
If fate would accept my division.

12. Or I wish I had settled with him in his grave,
So we would be gathered under the soil in closeness.

13. It is enough for death to miss the like of him,
A pole around which the eminent revolve.

14. The soil congratulates itself that his grave became part of it,
For with his grave it has honor and pride.

15. It gained wealth with a pearl from his body,
When oceans drowned in his bier.

16. The head of the state had been crowned through him,
And the elite's wrists adorned with bracelets from him.

17. Indeed, leadership after him is gloomy,
When the morning does not settle in it.

18. Glory marched under his leadership,
With his sword and eyelid arrogance marched.

19. Is my speech of any use, O Abu al-Abbas? No,
Don't go far, and your remoteness has no benefit.