1. Your ruined dwellings were left unwatered,
Nor were your stumbling ruins reconstructed,

2. No pit awaits you, however deep it may be dug,
Defiled by filth, nor is it pure,

3. Never did it accept your polytheism, except that it was an infidel,
It turned away from stinginess, however much it was hated and rejected,

4. You have kept the eye of ignominy awake ever since
Your clothes wrapped you during your sleepless nights,

5. Who else’s poetry will launch raids,
After you, or the likes of you who set forth?

6. The world would have quenched my burning thirst for you,
But you chose the hereafter,

7. O lion of death, you escaped it,
From between the jaws of the frustrated lion,

8. Misfortune protected you from its like,
A destitute woman saved you from destitution.