1. It is said: each day brings elegy!
Woe to them! They do not relish loyalty.

2. I weep for those I have lost, and for
The oft goodbyes still joined to crying.

3. They crossed the bridge to the other side, after
The caravan had gone, and fervor had faded.

4. Among them is a friend of mine,
Or a newborn child, or the soul's darling,

5. Or the companion of my youth.
How many visions of them are in my eyes

6. With the coming and going of night!
Perhaps I close my eyelids

7. To immerse in reverie and retain reunion.
Stayed has knowledge with grieving Jesus,

8. As well as the pure heart and chest.
Best is he who told, traveled, provisioned

9. Opinion, sheltered, protected, and pardoned!
The purified knowledge witnessed he is

10. Free of vain passion and empty of guilt.
The succession of eras - when impelled

11. Through his hands - impelled sweet water.
He excelled in transmitting, surpassed in critique,

12. And denied him the vanities of hypocrisy.
The fellow of history is he who - not one glance

13. Or experience - escaped, not even the parrots!
Knowledge won approbation

14. Like the fragrant morning breeze, immaculate.
You knew what effort and hard work were, and did not

15. Know what pretense and what arrogance were.
There was no overabundance for bees in his lines

16. Of what history harvested of that misery.
Pleasant was the secret of dusk in the love of

17. The excellence of Jesus and its brilliance.
What a shining line in his compilation

18. In the blackness of night and the eye brought radiance!
Do not mind the color of its darkness

19. For red blood and black ink are equal.
He did not miss the art of rhetorical beauty -

20. Embracing eloquence and pole of rhetoricians.
He preferred abstaining from words when

21. He feared precision in the arrogance of execution.
And he saw the pearls in their majesty

22. Above the arts of carving and etching, singing.
Thus, from what his style clarified,

23. He did not establish any covert meaning for it.
An image was made clear to me from him

24. As he was in advanced age and frail health.
Memory protected it from the sorrow of longing

25. In the most compassionate shade from the most fragile veil.
There, two eyes had exerted themselves

26. In his eighties, with the insistence of intelligence.
And lo, like clouds on their horizons

27. Converging, with resolute flashes of brilliance.
You see in his frowning brow as if

28. In the wing of a bird, tired and bent.
And on his contracted forehead:

29. The trace of struggle and sting of misfortune
Like streams of fire, except what you see

30. Of serene composure and extinguishing.
O father of history: you have conveyed specks

31. To which their loftiness was not revealed to peers.
Give us from his news, and see for us:

32. Are the nights of tomorrow like yesterday, aged?
And are the people in their same ways

33. In the succession of new things and ancient?
Did they worship power yesterday? Have

34. They prostrated today to other than the powerful?
And has the individual assumed his era

35. While thousands of cowards were humiliated?
There was succession by birth and crown. Have

36. Among them rabble and riffraff returned?
Did he make the council groups? Have

37. They desired once, or did he desire?
And has knowledge revealed its harm

38. In obtaining good, or leading prosperity?
Or has an oppressive hand taken it over,

39. Employed knowledge for evil and misery?
In investigating the innovations of murder for it,

40. Have the wisest of scholars returned most vicious of beasts?

41. And has truth sharpened its sword,
Or have proofs of illumination sprouted from it?

42. And is mercy a temperament? Or do you see
That it is some claim of the weak?

43. And has money been a frivolous infatuation
Or is it worldliness - and woe to the destitute?

44. O Abu Fawzi and moons of dusk -
Has every star adorned the sky for you?

45. Has the moon descended from its apex for them
And stepped aside for the full moons of poets?

46. Do you remember he recited poetry
The day Fawzi with tears and blood?

47. I wept him as a brother, but also a poet,
And brilliance of a star, and fluttering of a flag.

48. Each day after my days through him
Is ransom for the good age and fine scent!

49. We were two branches of the valley of youth.
And its jesters on the plateau of bare earth.

50. I have a wing, and he has the lofty one
Which drew shade over every summit.

51. After the rhythms of passion from his chanting
Zuhaa did not live, nor Qais singing.

52. O you who descended to eternity sublime -
You have come upon the foremost brilliant ones.

53. And you have dictated a pure breeze
And soft conversation, comfort.

54. Today you have rested in their council
From my vain brother and one of pretense.

55. Not the jealous one, whose chest tightens,
Squinting and evil of tongue.