1. The virgins die, a new wedding
And daughters die, so be joyful

2. Only the generous lament women
With their soul and money of course they give

3. So no man should be consoled about women
They are an elevation, their elevation a hill

4. Oh if only consolation were like this
And generosity remained with the great generous people

5. No doubt that decay is a resort
And all the land entirely is flowers

6. This home is no eternal home
That we remain and we are the eternal

7. If the Chosen One remained, he would have remained
And the tribe of Mudar found the Hudaybiyyah Pact

8. And if you live Ahmad then the nights
For us and your sons a wedding and feast

9. So do not gloat over our deaths
And live for the jealous blessed one

10. And return to you abundant praise
That which you fear will not recur

11. If we were prisoners of the seventh
Succeeded by whites and blacks

12. Death missed not the mountains
Nor in the cups the black serpents