ها هُوَ الدَمعُ في المَحاجِرِ سائِلِ

وَإِلى الصَبرُ لَم تعُد مِن وَسائِلِ

Behold, tears are flowing within the eyes,

and no means of reaching patience remains.

وَقَد اِنشَقَّت المَرائِرُ لَمّا

شَقَّتِ الأَرضُ لِلحَبيبِ المُزايِلِ

Our very innards burst when

the earth cleft open entrances for the beloved.

غابَ فيه عَنِ الحُضورِ وَلَكِن

بَينَ تِلكَ الصُدورُ ما أَلِفَكَ ماثِلِ

Therein he vanished from those present, yet

among those hearts, all that was familiar with you stands present.

لَيتَ شِعري رَوضَ الحَياةِ أَيَدري

أَيُّ غُصنٍ بِالأَمسِ قَد باتَ ذابِلِ

Would that I knew—does the garden of life know

which branch, only yesterday, became withered?

وَيحَ يا دَهرُ قَد تَعَجَّلَت فيهِ

أَو لِما قَضَيتُ كُنتَ تُطاوِلِ

Woe indeed, O Time—you hastened against him;

or, once you had passed your decree, did you linger long?

قَد غَدَونا بِنارِهِ نَتَلَظّى

وَهوَ في الخُلدِ ناعِمٌ غَيرَ سائِلِ

Now we burn fiercely in its fire,

while he rests at ease in eternity, needing to ask for nothing:

بَينَ حورٍ وَبَينَ وِلدانٍ حُسنِ

وَجَنانِ نَعيمِها غَيرَ زائِلِ

among houris and beautiful youths,

and gardens whose bliss never fades;

وَثِمارٌ قُطوفُها دانِياتٌ

وَشَرابٌ مِنَ الرَحيقِ مَناهِلِ

with fruits whose clusters are drawn near,

and drinking-founts of pure nectar.

رَبِّ فَاِجعَل مَثهواهُ جَنّاتِ عَدنِ

وَلِأَهليهِ مِنكَ بِاللُطفِ واصِلِ

Lord, make the Gardens of Eden his abode,

and let Your gentle kindness reach his family.

وَبَشيرُ الرُضوانِ قَد قالَ اِرخِ

جاءَ في عَدنِ حَظِّ مَحمودٍ كامِلِ

The herald of divine favor has said, “Reckon its date:

In Eden, Mahmūd’s fortune has come complete.”