1. How did he end before he began
Did the soul extinguish before it ignited?

2. And how did he end the journey when he did not set out
On his unknown path or transgress?

3. He came from Diyar Rabiah yearning
To the cave of stillness, the retreating darkness

4. The cradle cast him into his grave
He did not come near it or go far

5. What made him softly enter his death?
Was he and death on an appointment?

6. How short is the distance and how near the range
Between the era of the grave and birth!

7. O you who saw the infant suffer adversity
And raise his palm as if to seek help!

8. As if in his fear...he takes refuge
With his palm from the assault of the transgressor!

9. And whenever it poured on him he curled up
Seeking refuge in the garment...and in the bed

10. And sometimes he glancing to his mother
And sometimes he places a hand in a hand

11. And once he pleadingly seeks his father
And once he glancing to the lute

12. His father wishes to ward off fate
From him and his mother wishes she could ransom him

13. O you who witnessed the infant in his death
Did you not die from the horror of the scene?!

14. O hunter of the bird, be gentle with him
For he did not live in the open or ascend

15. He came to sing to the meadow but
Did not split the meadow or chant

16. A child like the bird of the highlands folded
The youth of spring before wearing it

17. He settled in the beginning of youth so extinguished
Bewildered he did not find guidance or guide

18. And slept in the lap of tranquility distant
From enemies and from envy

19. From the clamor of the world and its evils
And from the dust of the corrupt world

20. The infant rushed to his grave
So he slept under silence like frozen

21. How happy is the infant and how lucky his fate
Upon the stillness of the solitary grave!

22. Crying and a mother in eternal weeping
She says in her secrets, his mother:

23. If he had lived the consolation of today, the treasure of tomorrow!
If he had lived for me, O Lord, if he did not die

24. Or I wish, O Lord, he did not exist
Did this child fear the effort of the journey

25. So he shortened the road and did not strive?
Why did the freshness of youth wilt

26. Around him and the shady, delightful living?!
He went like the dawn specter, he did not pluck

27. From his life but the most enjoyable youth
He did not taste the world nor know what

28. In its market of good or evil
Loving from the cradle to his grave

29. He did not endure in the world and did not enjoy
So here O “Abdulaziz” is the elegy

30. Poetry saddened by its chant and its chanter
Crying as you cry and in its passion

31. Solace for your only child