He is alone

A man's mother died and his companion grieved for her

Without a mother for a son, the loneliness of time comes

How much she endured and in her was the utmost degree of patience

She did not cry or grieve, for patience is the source of guidance

She died with her longing and her memory remained until the grave

She died and love immortalized her and she remained without sadness

If it weren't for the mother, people's lives would not have been happy with numbers

If it weren't for the mother, people's lives would not have dreamed of support

Your mother is the best promise and the most faithful and the strongest of loyalty

She was raised on goodness and was not raised on misery

She lived with honor and reached her end

While they were in this state, people came to offer their condolences and one of them stood up to mourn

I heard what I heard, I see the news of my brother, the hotel

And when I saw those present, they saw her as the egg of the country's sparrow

I knew her virtues in dealings are countless

How is that when she buried her likes with a character that no one else possesses

And all people knew her qualities without envy

Another interrupted her and mourned her:

She is the mother who became famous With her good manners forever

How much she extended to people and they knew the purity of her hand

And how much she did well, for she is one of the qualities of being far from dispersion

And when they all mourned her, one of them invited her to a feast, and another shouted at him and said:

You wanted a wedding on a day of sadness, you with a lowly body

Do you have an appetite, you with a wide belly, before tomorrow?

And in the rust of your heart, you with little mind and comfort

You think, and you are mistaken, that you are immortal... and immortality is dew

He brought the food, and he looked at it, but he could not swallow his saliva, and he said

Shall I eat when death has come and hunger has filled my hands?

I can't eat, I won't taste the lion's fullness

And I'm afraid if I eat here I'll be tied up

Their friend whose mother died thanked them and said

I lost her, so I got confused and slipped, and my peg didn't stand

He who knew motherhood said: It's like the cold

O you who took care of me in my life, you are like the cold

You corrected my mistakes, so I don't lean towards the liver

You hid sadness from me in my steps, so it was in the liver

You left me, and here is sadness and sorrow like a necklace

I grieved for you, hoping for a safe life forever

I buried you in my heart, and I still see you as a pillar

I buried you in my heart, and I still see you as a support

And when his friends left, he recited, saying

I remained without her, and I have a longing like someone who is alone

He used to mention her virtues, and whenever a situation passed him after that, his longing for her intensified, and her love for those around her did not leave him while she was alive, so he decided to give her charity so that her memory would remain among people for life.

When the pain of his longing for her did not leave him, he treated her friends well and continued to visit them from time to time.

Whenever he decided to do good, he did so without procrastination or delay until she received the reward for his good deeds.

In the meantime, he remembered how she had tired him out in his childhood, and how she had stayed up all night until he calmed down, so he wanted to honor her with these good deeds.