1. She does not know, so can her worries be dispelled?
Misfortunes whose severity cannot be lessened

2. Our souls are a debt, and our breaths
Are nothing but fate, and time is unforgiving

3. So why do our souls delight
In the breaths of a life whose bliss does not last?

4. Time passes, and we do not sense it, as if
It is a wind that blows, its breeze unfelt

5. Time has not interceded on behalf of one downcast
In life, except it returned as his opponent

6. As if the deceptive world is a garment
Worn out in our hands, yet its threading delights us

7. O time, how many nights have you kept me awake
When I used to sleep and doze in you

8. The earth is an abode whose residents do not enjoy
A lifetime in it, nor do its settlers last

9. How many bellies of the proud it made swell
And skins of tyrants its surface fabrics stretched

10. Grave upon grave is ours, and final ones
That meet the ruins of those gone before

11. If the minister is struck by adversity
And the worst of disasters befall him

12. Whether he meets his fate or not
The claws of death whiten, it is their nature

13. Tears thwart boldness greater than what battles
So observe what is forbidden to an eye whose sanctuary is breached

14. And find strength in consolation if consolation
Contains valor, for the staunchest are its tents

15. With virtues the cheeks flush, and it grants them
With defiance the necks rise, and it straightens them

16. How many who left made eyes weep for a while
Then departed, and a frown found for itself release

17. Or a saddened mouth smiled in consolation
And the eye afterwards never shed its gloom

18. I hope her abode will be a grave green
With clouds, its companion forever

19. With the fresh scent of meadows and gardens
And the perfume of flowers at dawn diffused

20. In company that does not burden with excess
Nor knows foolishness, so wise are its people

21. The great and the small among men, equal
Oblivious, though the wise do not know

22. Of what concern is a departed one to you
When death itself is about to arrive?

23. She left you a towering mountain, an ember
That does not kindle, and a hand whose clench is broken

24. Did she tell you, when she brought you, what
Was in her womb, or the sterility her loins concealed?

25. It is as if women give birth to brilliance
Or else the mothers of women are barren

26. Show patience, for no afflicted one has matched his patience
When worries submerge the hearts

27. In one departed, there is for the heir consolation
And the most bitter inheritance men receive is worries

28. No association disparaged you
Except their words went astray, and their critic misguided

29. If it is said “daring,” then you are its valiant one
Or if it is said “giving,” then you are its generous one

30. This, while you have many staunch resolutions
In every incident, their stars shine

31. And shake the ribs of the country with a conscience
That makes the vitriolic, most daft and reckless, recoil

32. Rubbish contends with it, pebbles
That clamor after being sated with drinking

33. If your calamity is grave, then what accrues
To you of matters is even graver

34. You are the greatest aider of one enduring adversity
And the most honorable shield against what disgraces

35. For the noble among men, their bravest
On the day of battle, and for the mighty, their mightiest

36. To preserve the flow and meaning of the poem, I have translated it into English rhyming verse. Let me know if you would prefer a non-rhyming translation instead.