1. The women stand at her grave weeping
From burning, from sorrow, from yearning

2. And they continue slapping their cheeks in regret
Those weep with tears pouring down

3. And they say Minayib died so for long
She had acquired the sum of fortunes

4. O mother of Hankas, you left generously
Of praised deeds and morals

5. You led even the sun in its mansions
And stole even the joy of the thief

6. Your house has not been devoid, since its wall was erected
Of hosting a visitor, lifting a jug