لَم يَبقَ مِنكَ سِوى خَيالِكَ لامِعاً

لَم يَبقَ مِنكَ سِوى خَيالِكَ لامِعاً

فَوقَ الفِراشِ مُمَهَّداً بِوِسادِ

فَوقَ الفِراشِ مُمَهَّداً بِوِسادِ

Nothing remains of you but your gleaming shadow,

Nothing remains of you but your shining phantom

upon the bed, cushioned with a pillow.

Above the bed, cushioned with pillows

فَرِحَت بِمَصرَعِكَ البَرِيَّةُ كُلُّها

فَرِحَت بِمَصرَعِكَ البَرِيَّةُ كُلُّها

مَن كانَ مِنهُم موقِناً بِمَعادِ

مَن كانَ مِنهُم موقِناً بِمَعادِ

All creation rejoiced at your downfall—

The wilderness rejoiced at your death, all of it

whoever among them was certain of resurrection.

Whoever among them was certain of the Return

كَم مَجلِسٍ لِلَّهِ قَد عَطَّلتَهُ

كَم مَجلِسٍ لِلَّهِ قَد عَطَّلتَهُ

كَي لا يُحَدَّثَ فيهِ بِالإِسنادِ

كَي لا يُحَدَّثَ فيهِ بِالإِسنادِ

How many a gathering devoted to God you have shut down,

How many gatherings for God have you invalidated

so that no hadith might be narrated there with its chain of transmission!

Lest the isnad be mentioned in them

وَلَكَم مَصابيحٍ لَنا أَطفَأتَها

وَلَكَم مَصابيحٍ لَنا أَطفَأتَها

حَتّى نَحيدَ عَنِ الطَريقِ الهادي

حَتّى نَحيدَ عَنِ الطَريقِ الهادي

And how many lamps of ours you have extinguished,

And how many lamps have you extinguished for us

so that we might stray from the guiding path!

Until we stray from the guided path

وَلَكَم كَريمَةِ مَعشَرٍ أَرمَلتَها

وَلَكَم كَريمَةِ مَعشَرٍ أَرمَلتَها

وَمُحَدِّثٍ أَوثَقتَ في الأَقيادِ

وَمُحَدِّثٍ أَوثَقتَ في الأَقيادِ

And how many a noblewoman of a clan you have widowed,

And how many generous circles have you widowed

and how many a hadith scholar you have bound in fetters!

And preachers shackled in chains

إِنَّ الأُسارى في السُجونِ تَفَرَّجوا

إِنَّ الأُسارى في السُجونِ تَفَرَّجوا

لَمّا أَتَتكَ مَواكِبُ العُوّادِ

لَمّا أَتَتكَ مَواكِبُ العُوّادِ

Indeed, the captives in the prisons found relief

Indeed the prisoners in jail took comfort

when processions of sickbed visitors came to you.

When the funeral processions came to you

وَغَدا لِمَصرَعِكَ الطَبيبُ فَلَم يَجِد

وَغَدا لِمَصرَعِكَ الطَبيبُ فَلَم يَجِد

لِدَواءِ دائِكَ حيلَةَ المُرتادِ

لِدَواءِ دائِكَ حيلَةَ المُرتادِ

And the physician came in the morning to your sickbed, but could not find

And tomorrow the doctor will come to your deathbed

any resource in his search for a cure for your illness.

But find no remedy for your malady

فَذُقِ الهَوانَ مُعَجَّلاً وَمُؤَجَّلاً

فَذُقِ الهَوانَ مُعَجَّلاً وَمُؤَجَّلاً

وَاللَهُ رَبُّ العَرشِ بِالمِرصادِ

وَاللَهُ رَبُّ العَرشِ بِالمِرصادِ

So taste humiliation, both now and later,

So taste humiliation, soon and late

and God, Lord of the Throne, lies in wait.

And God is Lord of the Throne, on watch

لا زالَ فَالِجُكَ الَّذي بِكَ دائِماً

لا زالَ فَالِجُكَ الَّذي بِكَ دائِماً

وَفُجِعتَ قَبلَ المَوتِ بِالأَولادِ

وَفُجِعتَ قَبلَ المَوتِ بِالأَولادِ

May your paralysis, which afflicts you, last forever,

Still your illness that plagued you constantly

and may you be bereaved of your children before death.

And you were bereaved of children before death