Abu al-Atahiya. (№ 215754)

I used to think of you and my heart is light.
Now in sorrow and anguish weep, remembering.
Sometimes, happily I hurried to the Palace.
Now come to the grave, where the ashes and dust of the earth.
I craved only one thing - that you lived a little longer,
I trust the donee, slander rejecting.
I came to you in need, the salvation obtained
I was a sprout, and you dew me Zhivilo, flashing.
You were a delight for friends, uncontrollably generous,
The rain, which sends a cloud of thick, storm.
You sheltered us from the heat, shone in the darkness of night,
And in the hour of trouble we were going, help with appeals.
You helped. You were high and San and soul.
Now you maketh God in the highest circle of Paradise.
You're human, and you were overtaken by an inescapable fate,
From the body the soul was separated jokingly pulled, playing.
Didn't help you, neither the court nor the army, nor friends,
No guards, no trees, no ditches, nor the power of your other
And that's transferred to you from the lush Palace
In new housing, where the ashes and dust, and the dust of the earth,
And the door, stabbed the ground, - neither to move nor to disclose,-
Stood motionless waiting for the last judgment,
And forever deserted palaces that you have built
And in the pit settled you where the musty uninhabited.
You soft your bed on the shroud sold
Forgetting musk, frozen, grave stench absorbing.
You went to a country where there is no news.
You're a stranger here, though, and are in the land of the native land
Farewell to our valiant Emir, protector of boundaries.
You raced into battle, hurricane blithely ahead.
Goodbye! If when like your
Bravery, bold in battle, and the rage of fire.
Goodbye! Not we're worthy of praise -
There is no better glory on earth than your life is good.
Do we expect beyond the grave. After all right behind you
We will soon move, praise the eternal composing.