1. A portrait of Yousef among the chaste ones has
Perished like a branch in its prime cut down

2. He left without fruit and after him remains
A heart melting, eyes weeping profusely

3. Fate cast him into the heat of misfortune
Like a pit covered over, known only after falling in

4. Thus his chronicler wept over him, saying
My longing, if only you could be saved, O Yousef