1. No tidings come from the beloved ones to inform,
So who can we ask about their state?

2. Ask only about parting, for it
Will tell you if they languish or flourish.

3. Time has been harsh to them, so they scattered,
Each to a region, most astray.

4. Calamities befell their dwelling places
And so they changed, transformed in decay.

5. Leave time to shape in their plains
A light that makes hearts glow and pray.

6. For one like Cordoba, few would weep
Whose tears flow copious, pure.

7. A home God made stumble its people
So they dispersed and isolated withdrew.

8. In each direction, a group of them
Rending in exile, confused in loss.

9. My pact with it - united inside
Among its people, living fresh and new.

10. Winds of its blossoms wave over them
Scents that make amber diffuse.

11. The perfection of beauty graced its halls
While flaws were sold short and few.

12. They felt safe from its beauty shifting,
So robed in its glory, proud they grew.

13. Oh goodness - its castles and chambers,
Its round houses, castles in awe.

14. The palace of Umayyads, perfect in all -
Rule even more bountiful and more.

15. With ships the Zāhiriyyah gleams,
The ʿĀmiriyyah with stars aglow.

16. The Great Mosque overcrowds with all
Who recite and hear what they wish and know.

17. Witness the market paths, not sufficed
By all who tread them, teeming as they flow.

18. Oh garden, the winds of fate blew,
Razing it and its people in woe.

19. I grieve for you, though we rightly vaunt
That in life, we were honored to know.

20. Your land was Mecca for the devout,
A refuge where the afraid would grow.

21. Oh dwelling, the birds of fate came
And altered its people beyond recall.

22. Euphrates and Tigris gave you their fill,
The Nile its plenty, even Kauthar's flow.

23. You were watered from the fount of life,
A cloud that brings your meadows joy.

24. I mourn a home whose glades I knew,
Its gazelles frolicking free in its bows.

25. Days when you were the eye that viewed
All grandeur, gazing to and fro.

26. Days when its ruler ruled as one,
Obeisance from all rulers in its throes.

27. Days when each hand of peace was raised,
Greetings streaming constant in its flows.

28. My grief for its pines and pastures rings,
Its trusted ones, protective barrier.

29. My soul for its graces and purity wails,
Its splendor, radiance, moans and sighs.

30. My heart for its scholars, wise ones weeps,
Its authors, cultured ones, shreds and tears.