1. My youth has faded and my strength has weakened,
Your crying over the deceased beloved one.

2. You have given generously and have not been stingy,
You served the newborns and the slaves.

3. You were our refuge in every calamity,
Whenever the northern wind blew coldness.

4. You are better than those who rode the horses,
And most generous when they traced their ancestry.

5. The Messenger of God left us while we
Were hoping for immortality.

6. O Fatima, be patient, for your
Misfortune has hit the predestined fate.

7. The righteous people on land and sea are weeping,
So your affliction did not miss anyone.

8. Goodness used to shine in his offspring,
Happy with ancestry which gave birth to glory.