1. They announced the death of the prince of poetry,
Until the true prince of poetry passed away.

2. He passed away, and the matter belongs to God alone,
For what has befallen Al-Dad, so the heart missed him.

3. And death has an arrow in Iraq that it feathers
And throws, making its arrow pierce east and west.

4. The hearts of both worlds swelled at his loss,
And the realm of poetry narrowed.

5. So poetry has what the heart in its effort endures,
And the heart has what poetry laments in elegy.

6. And after this day no pillar remains with it, as
Your existence before this day was a pillar for it.

7. Poetry is only a melting heart that forms it
To pour it into the heart of its listener pouring.

8. And poetry is only the revelation of magic; rather, it
Has surpassed magic in capturing souls.

9. It appeared in secrecy and disappeared in its appearance,
And death is not a disaster if it befalls some of us,

10. And its imam to some is greatest in disaster.
Beautiful Al-Zahawi, you left no poet

11. Of your caliber from afar, so you made him love.
And how many a poet came to me with his ode

12. So I examined it then said to him "begone!"
You rested my heart then slept and did not die,

13. So one whose heart became his burial did not die.