1. Is there any helper against the events of my times?
You have wronged me, though I trusted in you after your kindness.

2. Nay! Do not my hands protect me from time?
For Qasim, endowed with support and authority,

3. Who drove away the pain of time from me when it was stingy,
And stretched out his hands against injustice and aggression.

4. You took it upon yourself though your life remains long,
To deflect harm from myself and my body.

5. Thus was Ubayd Allah, which saddened me,
For as long as I live, in my innermost thoughts and openly.

6. I say, when the voice of lament for him was raised,
And my eyelids could not hold back their tears for him:

7. O you who lament him in truth, he died, but do you know,
What you are saying to us?

8. If we have been afflicted with one whose equal no creature can create,
And who in the land has no one but his son second to him,

9. May the hand that buried him be cursed! Which sea of generosity,
And lofty, pillared glory, has it hidden?

10. He was precise in judgment, his hand the scale,
And speaking the truth, measured with the scale.

11. How many nights did wakefulness drive away sleep,
With concerns and sorrows only God knows!

12. It was as if Hatibah was gathering firewood in
My heart, and kindling it with flames.

13. If we leave polytheism, he will not leave it from his hand,
The sweetness of faith necessarily has a side that is bitter.