From my tears spring, I washed you, oh aspect of divine knowledge
Within my ribs, I shrouded you with roses and the Quran
Between me and myself, I interred you, oh miracle of sweet aroma
With my eyes tears, I watered you in the Garden of Paradise
Lower thy two wings a little before departure time arrives
And glimpse the orphan’s soul leaning anywhere you lean
Its patience is praised and beautiful except on you [your parting]
The plenty of its tears is scant on your shorelines
You walked in the torrent of sorrow while the orphans are drowning
Grant a sail to the perplexed from your tender hands
They do not worry about you [with God], nor do they grieve
But it is the sea that is deep, and the quietus is eyes-full
A Kaaba in human form, Death roamed around it
Pass it over my cemetery, for it is me who is dead
When the sword of death struck, it was unsheathed in my own life
Give my eye back its blindness to not see the one being carried [in the coffin]
A world that you are in is the domain of life
We are the dead, and they [those in your universe] are the living
You were the life for us, and today you are not amongst us
Life is death, and death is life
Wherever you go, the heartbeats reside
You vanished and did not vanish, oh mistress of wonders
Close not the eye of light, oh sun, and stay here
If you get bored by my darkness, then it is me who earned death
Please recite Surah al-Fatiha for his blessed soul
