Sol 6.1

  1. What ails your eye, that its tears are pouring forth?

    It is bereft, and you are bereft through its tears.

  2. And so, whoever keeps company with life's vicissitudes never ceases

    To meet with safety and misfortune.

  3. Indeed, this calamity has no calamity like it:

    The day Ibn Hafs was dyed in blood.

  4. He does not respond, nor does his tongue return an answer,

    Yet once his tongue would return an answer and reply.

  5. Consolation and grief are overwhelmed at the loss of Ibn Hafs;

    Indeed, consolation for one like him is vanquished.

  6. O earth, woe to you! Honor him, for he,

    Al-Ataki, has no peer left within you—

  7. More splendid, standing upon the wooden pulpits,

    On any day, and more warlike when wars are kindled.

  8. When it was said that he now lay in the graveyards—

    Umar—and his raised banner was torn,

  9. And I wept when al-Atik wept for its full moon:

    He perished, so the full moon of its sky is stolen away.

  10. Alas for Fatimah, who was bereaved of him,

    And her garments' necklines were rent in mourning for him.

  11. I surely know, now that the moist earth has enfolded him,

    That she will languish in grief after him and melt away.

  12. And I kept lamenting the sword of Muhammad's house,

    Umar—and great was the one lamented there.

  13. So peace be upon you, O Umar, for we

    Will weep for you as long as east and south winds blow.

Sol 6.1