1. Flow your tears to an abode and her stout dwellers,
For dwellings share in her spilling flanks,

2. Time wizened all through its disasters
And a parting that darkens the world for its saver.

3. Truly I swear her drink declined
For who passed by her from her praiseworthy tribe,

4. If they move far and my dangers on a liver -
My tears won't settle, unlike her constant one.

5. A home whose love I hold back from meeting with harm
In journeying, except my eye from her springs,

6. When I describe to my soul her abandonment, it hides,
And secrets of yearning in the far reaches of its wings,

7. And if I solicit her patience, the wound's agony
Bleeds in its limbs from the pain of her distress,

8. As though fate twisted on a hope -
It left behind one regretting with his wailing sigh.

9. It listens to speech with an ear like that of doves
To a song when she marvels at it from her gathering place,

10. Until in time she returns as though a jujube tree stands in her way
Thrusting its thorns in the water course from its thickets,

11. Of generous deeds by lineage attributed
To whom Blame has never pastured in her meadows,

12. Mecca’s foundation, and the life of its virginity
Grey hairs never descended in the folds of its plains,

13. A folk who found refuge in it before the doves within
Between its sobbing mourner and its wailing woman,

14. They were mountains to it before the mountains while they
Flowed, and no torrents coursed in its dunes,

15. And excellence - even if darkness blankets its field
Its shining lantern manifests from its lights,

16. Plentiful bounty from her benevolence sown in it and spread
Lands whose camels are directed to its eulogist,

17. She won't startle the youthful hero of glory with arrowheads
To a lad of her age among her piercing ones,

18. Until she hands that bow its loosed shots
Truly casting its kindling fire by her igniting place,

19. Like lightning in the interior of a flashing one
Its roar concealed in the ear of its barking female hound,

20. A death bringing, sharpened blade from her incisors
A cutting iron that shields from her sheets.

21. One who wards off and refuses in affairs, and who else
Are the gems of birds but in the limbs of its wings?

22. Hashim - for the nose of the fault finder - so be elevated
Hashim - his excellence in her the son of her good one.

23. O envier of superiority, I don't know you crowding
For a flood while to me you are none but one of its swimmers,

24. For a star fleeing from the palm of its toucher
And a boulder with its poison in the horn of its piercer.

25.
Don't say we are from the same source, for

26. The haunches of she-camels appeared from its fresh flowing waters,
An ignoble fabricator covers himself in his manufactures

27. As men cover themselves from their disgraces,

28. The musk purse cannot hide its scent
With the dress's length nor conceal its disgrace,

29. By God, your cheek that aspired - how did it perturb you
O you, for her aspiration?

30. She of the immaculate chest - no night in its entry
Of disgrace nor dawn in its disgracer,

31. You seized her as the lion seized its dreadful prey
In the thicket, and the star closer than its mating place,

32.
If not for the father of cubs courting her

33. She would have ripped your palms, o suitor, with her claw,
She came with two noble hawks, and if weighed

34. Against the plateau of Radwa, then no outweighing them,

35. Two Hashimite, Badrite ones, if she disputed
The cosmos' keys - they would be among her openers,

36. Two swords implanted in the heart of her hater
Two fires ignited in the armpit of her disputant,

37.
And God belied claims woven around her

38. With proof illuminating the world with its light,
Glowing, it spoke in us as the sacrifice

39. Of the Chosen One spoke to Moses for its slaughterer,

40. If your heart boils over with generosity, then for me
I have joined my gratitude to the rope of its unlooser,

41. And Quraysh saw me pleading, dejected,
To you from her smooth cheek and its seeker.

42.
When poems were from their praises