1. No home is inhabited except it becomes abandoned
Nor any happiness fulfilled except it becomes sorrow

2. Yearning for a dead man, joy has died with him
If he were alive, he would revive faith and traditions

3. Oh! For you Abu Bakr, I lament repeatedly
If it calmed or lessened our agony

4. Whenever I remember you I say, alas our sorrow
And no words relieve our sorrow, alas our sorrow

5. My master and respite of my soul in my body
Why doesn't death come to me as it came to you

6. Until it takes us back to a dark depth
A grave, and dresses us in one shroud

7. Oh the most fragrant soul in people, a body contained it
I entrust God with that soul and body

8. If I were given the world in exchange for it
The world would not have been its price