1. Her dwelling pleased, for she purified it,
Quenching with her presence amid the rubble and Zamzam.

2. So my Lord, if you meet a face with greeting,
Then greet the faces in the city, one and all.

3. They have long shunned the touch of makeup and
Their palms and wrists have been protected from henna.

4. And many an icy heart, not stirred by passion,
Which ardour has attacked till left in solitude.

5. It has degraded noble souls, however cherished,
And whispered to them conversations concealed.

6. You scoffed when you passed by her house,
And rushed, lacking patience, to make fun.

7. So you came questioning, disguised and secretive,
Asking a mute about speaking a foreign tongue.

8. And the day we stood to bid farewell, each one
Deeming the obedient of passion the wisest.

9. I gained support from a heart not harsh in love
And tears, that when I summoned them, flowed copiously.