الْمَقَامَةُ الْقطيعية

And gray hair is a guest to be honored, O friend.

Àti pé irun funfun jẹ́ àlejò tí ó yẹ kí a bọ̀wọ̀ fún, ọ̀rẹ́ mi.

Then it flowed like the flow of a gentle stream.

Lẹ́yìn náà, ó ṣàn bí ṣíṣàn omi pẹlẹ́.

And it fled like the fleeing of clouds.

Ó sì sá lọ bí ìsá àwọn àwọsánmà.

So I knew it was a lamp of Saruj.

Nítorí náà, mo mọ̀ pé ó jẹ́ fítílà ìlú Saruji.

And the full moon of literature that traverses the towers.

Ó si tún jẹ́ òṣùpá pípé ti ìmọ Lítíréṣọ̀ tí ó ń kọjá àwọn ilé gíga.

And our ultimate end was burning sadness for his distance.

Àti pé ìparí wa ni jẹ iná ìbànújẹ láti ìjìnnà rẹ̀.

And separation after him.

Àtí ìpínyà lẹyìn rẹ.