مات معزُّ الدين من قبل أن

يلتذَّ في الملك بأحبابه

Before Mu'izz ad-Din could delight

In his kingdom with his comrades

ولا أنتهى منه إِلى غايةٍ

يبلغ فيها بعض آرابه

And accomplish his every desire

And reach all his hopes

عاجله المقدارُ في نفسه

فابتزَّه من دون أترابه

Fate cut his life short

Snatching him away from his peers

ثوى فلم يبقَ سوى ذكره

وما فشا من حُسن آدابه

He passed away, leaving just his name

And the repute of his fine manners

كأنه لم يغدُ يوما ولم

يرح مليكاً بين حجّابه

As if he had never lived or reigned

Among his veiled women

ولم تسر للغزو أحزابه

في نصرة الله وأحرابه

Or led armies to holy war

To aid God and his comrades

ليت المنايا قبلت رشوة

فيه فلم تمرر على بابه

If only death had taken a bribe

And avoided knocking on his door

وليتني كنت له فادياً

دون مواليه وأصحابه

If only I could have redeemed him

Instead of his followers and friends

سرعان ما حوَّلنا دهرُنا

من أريه الشافي إِلى صابه

How soon fate turned our world

From the healer of ills to their cause

كنا نرِّجى أن يُعزَّى بنا

لا أننا نحن نُعزَّى به

We hoped to be consoled by him

Not to console ourselves for his loss

مثل فؤادي ليس أحرى به

إِلا تحليه لأحرابه

No heart feels his absence more deeply

Except those attached to their friend

وهل يرى راحة عيش وقد

أوصى به الوجد لأوصابه

Can he know any life's joy when

Grief for him fills his lovers' hearts?

كل له دأب وأحرابه

عليه طول العمر من دابه

Each has their own way, and comrades

Whose lifelong labor is their concern