1. I weep for you, if only weeping could relieve my anguish,
And I say, if only words could cure my malady,

2. And I seek refuge in beautiful patience for consolation,
If only in beautiful patience there was solace for me.

3. Sometimes tears overwhelm me and sometimes
I retreat to my dignity and modesty.

4. How many tears have I concealed with my eyelids
And hidden, pretending to be dignified with my cloak.

5. I pretend to be patient with the enemy, and if he only knew,
By my writhing, how my enemies have delighted.

6. I did not hold back any ransom for your sake,
If only a dead person could return with a ransom.

7. If only this anxiety could be warded off with strength,
Armed legions would amass behind my banner.

8. Trained in the clash of arms, they rest
In the shade of spears, for every day of battle.

9. A people who, when darkness overwhelms the captives,
Fill their eyes with the blackness of darkness.

10. They walk encircled by shields as if they were
Deaf rocks in the midst of water.

11. With the lightning of forearms and roar of swords
And clouds of bows and torrents of blood.

12. For your loss I abandoned my composure and dignity
And forgot my pride and refusal.

13. And I did what its doing damaged dignity,
Because of the burning passion within me.

14. How many sighs weakened and turned into moans
That I finished with the panting breath.

15. I am tormented in the ties of deep sorrows
That have overpowered my executioner and songs.

16. And time passed with its treacherous tricks
Upon my hopes and contrary to my wishes.

17. I had hoped to sacrifice myself for whatever pained you,
For you were my ransom.

18. The separation of loved ones after affection
Is hard, so how can the separation of kin be?

19. And the morals of this world are the morals of a prostitute
Welcoming deprivation and generosity!

20. Sometimes she treats you with purity and sometimes
She meets you denying she knows you.

21. And the alternation of days wears us out
As the jostling of the eras wears out the hills.

22. And the length of life is like the breath of a rider
Who has finished his journey and strained to climb.

23. You lived your life in chastity and asceticism
And were laid down burdened with duties.

24. With fasting the day of blazing sun
And standing the whole dark night.

25. No day buys the comfort of gardens
With a life of hardship.

26. If every good mother were like you
Her sons would be rich without fathers!

27. How can I be distracted when every moment
Bears a trace of your virtue everlasting?

28. Your noble favor, whenever darkness
Descends with the terror of ruin,

29. And the light of the good you presented
Replaces for you lights in the darkness.

30. He whom your actions pleased does not cease
To please you with His mercy, morning and evening.

31. He prayed upon you and however He rewards you,
No reward equals it.

32. Whoever benefits from good does not die,
And his mention among the living is counted.

33. With which hand shall I seek help and beware
The changing of fate, or with which prayer?

34. And who can support me when my hand is tight
And who can cure me of illnesses?

35. And who is it that if disaster befalls me
Can ward off harms and evils from me?

36. Or who can cover me with the veil of his prayer,
Sanctuary from affliction and harm?

37. My cares and sorrows constantly increase
With the passage of time, their fading and my remaining.

38. Creatures have testified she is noble
By the evidence of who she birthed among the nobles.

39. In every dark crisis or strait
The trace of her white hand appears.

40. She stored for us the beautiful memory when the present ends
That fathers store for their sons.

41. I had hoped that my day would be ahead of her
And she would worry lest it be behind me.

42. How many who commanded me to be patient aroused in me
An illness and ordained that to be my medicine!

43. I retreat to the coolness of shade as if
I retreat to the embers due to my burning.

44. And I awake in panic from the sweetness of sleep
Like one who startles from slumber against his will.

45. Your noble fathers from whom gushed
Fountains of blessings.

46. Be they supporters of truth, guardians of
The ways of guidance, or dispellers of gloom.

47. They descended from the lofty summit of prestige
And rose above the sand dunes and ruins.

48. Of every open-handed outpacer of hands to bounty
And speaker of words and opinions straightforward.

49. Hoped for graciousness despite their stern gaze
And feared in squinting and frowning.

50. They tread the path of eras and left
Paved roads of the sublime.

51. Oh grave, I direct my love to you and wish
The tears of every sky would stream upon you.

52. Still rumbling is the thunder of its lightning flashing
Violently, bringing clamor.

53. It bellows with the howling of the storm, its turmoil shakes it
And it groans with the moaning of decade.

54. It leads heavy laden clouds as if
Bearing knots and sheaves.

55. It drives them with the wings of darkness and leads them
Slowly, with a raging storm.

56. Its lightning hurls at the dear lives
And pours in you the torrents of hardships.

57. Baring the virgin of every cloud
Feeding the starved with a virgin meadow.

58. I would dampen it with my tears if I did not water it
And entrusted its irrigation to the showers.

59. My craving for the people, the first I left
Upon whom lies a shroud of the desert!

60. Lying cheek down as if they had battled
Thirst on the parched desert.

61. Forms I was stingy to the eyes with their gaze
I have come to cherish from the insects.

62. And looks the soil caked on their eyelids
I used to guard from grit.

63. Their tombs have come nearer to their visitors
And gone far from the seekers, how far!

64. What meets the hearing of the listener among their homes
And the eye of the beholder is miserable.

65. And your sublime favor is your companion whenever
Darkness descends with the desolation of ruins,

66. And the light of the good you did
Replaces for you lights in the darkness.

67. He who you pleased with your actions does not cease
To please you with His mercy morning and evening.

68. He prayed upon you and rewarded you with whatever reward,
No reward equals it.