1. What is the people's question about the ruin dweller?
Carry your passion and reach it and excel!

2. In poetry how much raging meaning lies dormant
So unleash it.. perhaps it will submit to the inspired one

3. Poetry and meaning are a wary gazelle
And the secret is in the hunter not the arrows

4. Whoever hunted a meaning, his ropes brought it down
More deserving of an offering than the exceler

5. O Abela's house, Motayam has come to you
Return his greeting and speak

6. O House.. Abela left you and left
In you the heart and youthfulness that did not decay

7. It decayed, and love did not decay, it aged
Joining.. and the rope of her yearning was not severed

8. She left so every house became desolate
Ruined.. yet she did not cast off the stick of the camper

9. She left.. so the sweetness of water is stale brackish
In her throat bitter like the taste of colocynth

10. If she ever wore the garb of happiness
Time covered her happiness with mourning

11. The world frowns at her with a sullen face
Baring its teeth not smiling at her

12. You left your house then sought reunion with it
Hard for you is seeking it, daughter of Makram!

13. No homeland remains to be ransomed or protected
Sheltering the stricken from disasters

14. Our homelands are ruins of a past blessing
Sold for pittance.. if only at the time of regret

15. I have wept since I was born with tears
Of wakefulness shedding the blood of silent wisdom

16. And time is more insightful than you thought if it transgressed
But if it found guidance or repented from injustice, blind

17. It moans from it.. so every rebel is eloquent
Tongues.. how strange the mute guide is to me!

18. Bring yourself before bringing protection to homelands
Had you not gone astray in passion you would not regret

19. Stop at your heart's ruins and mourn
The homelands before your love O mother of Haitham

20. And cry for a passion whose deviation emptied your heart
From profit but plunged it into loss

21. Do not seek rest.. there is no homeland
Without your burning heart, you who camp

22. The house is an illusion in your time, deceiving
The outline and ruins are pure imagination

23. Head with your tents to your heart and descend
May the heart be ransomed - from you who camp

24. And take the people's hands toward their hearts
Lost are the minds not the landmarks