1. It is death, except your calamity is greater,
And your affliction among afflictions is more intense and grimmer.

2. And of the vicissitudes of fate, your matter is indeed,
The most pitiable, in the likes of this, have mercy.

3. May Allah grant you death like a martyr, though not a drop,
Of blood was shed, except our tears that are blood.

4. And if we sought vengeance for him from death,
It threw us back saying: "Who will seek vengeance for you?"

5. And if we reproached fate for its act,
We knocked on deaf ears, no one translates for it.

6. So we returned, having despaired of fate ever fulfilling,
A hope, we now mourn what was of it and beat our chests.

7. Thus is fate, except one whose worries increase,
And is restricted from making him happy, he complains.

8. We lost in the son of the homelands a venerated limb,
Like a body from which a hand departed, so it is crippled.

9. Indeed today in losing him we are a family in mourning,
And our homelands are in grief for him a place of bereavement.

10. One like him is mourned, and alas none can resemble him,
A lad pure of heart, hand, and mouth.

11. A lad like a sword, keen of perception and resolve,
And his smiling face like a sheathed blade.

12. Raised in the cradle of knowledge and eminence, he suckled
At the teats of wisdom and excellence since weaned.

13. And he cultivated the farm of knowledge and eminence, so he reaped
From both matters a share and gain.

14. And he plunged into politics, unsheathing
A sword of reason that was never marked by blemishes.

15. And he roamed in literature with the perception of a connoisseur
With it he disciplines morals and makes them upright.

16. He was an exemplar for men and a model
With what the lofty demand and dignity require.

17. Of far-reaching purpose, stout of heart, refined,
Among people gracious, dignified.

18.
For the newspapers, yearning for him was kindled,

19. Divided among their parts it is parcelled.
So how many chapters did he author for them, which

20. Became with his drafting, embroidered specimens.
And circles that had him as their centre, have now

21. Out of grief for him, with tears, been redrawn.
Death pelted him with arrows, and around him

22. Spearheads from pens, poisoned and sharp.
And it rallied for him battalions for battle

23. While around him for books, an army clad in armor.
He challenged his father in life and in demise,

24. Thus was for both states right-guided.
And he left behind for us after him a successor,

25. Noble, just as the preceding father left.
If the fire has departed us, still remaining

26. Is a flame that brings back dawn and the night darkens.
And they both rose in the horizon’s dome, as

27. At the zenith of loftiness, suns and stars appear.
To an abode, each travels,