1. Mountains blown away by the winds of mortality
Have become a wasteland amidst the events that unfold

2. Winds of fate erased them
Though they could not be avoided when raging

3. Does death raid everyday
To snatch away a flock of souls

4. As if our souls are ropes of sorcerers
And that is Moses' staff seizing them

5. It raided the heavy ones of the House of Sinbis
So that plundering them became its habit

6. Men, if the lion feared their abodes
I would fear it because of them

7. Suns whose light death has obscured in the soil
Yet I never thought the sun could be eclipsed in soil

8. It came upon them but no sword blow could deflect it
Nor could the armored warrior push it back

9. No steed gallops between its ears despite the spear
Protruding from its flank that it shakes off

10. Nor did the ferocity of Hamza’s son defend himself
Nor did the army quake from its surging waves

11. No sword swift in striking with his palm
Thrashing in fright, blood dripping from its blade

12. Known for his skill in combat, determination supports him
I know of his prowess in striking with blows

13. Indeed, in the path of glory, is the death place of the valiant
Fruits of hopes are plucked by his hands

14. When an opponent desires to denounce him
He claims generosity while being wasteful

15. The heart of lightning cracked the day it was struck
Can you not see it fluttering when snatched away

16. The full moon of perfection never stopped blaming its loss
Until it exceeded limits in lament

17. So perish O one whom misfortune made greedy of ruin
And the turns of fate toyed with him

18. You were a fortress, with you we took refuge
Wary of enemies, and today by your name we swear

19. If in your lifetime you were like the Ka’ba
Taken refuge in, then today your mention is the holy book

20. After you neither are associations of inspiration united
By generosity, nor are bonds of elevation harmonized

21. I will weep for you with the honor that you adorned me
And which I used to comport myself amongst all people

22. And I will bleed my blood not my tears in sorrow
What blood remains in me that can still bleed

23. May God water the soil that hides your body with rain
That moistens the garden and makes it lush

24. If the hands of time do not recognize its beds
It will flourish over its sides and make it known