1. Why do the doves moan above the branches?
Indeed, the fleeting union has aroused their weeping.

2. Restless she stood tall upon the sand dune,
Dictating to me the arts of love from above the dunes.

3. It is enough what you have provoked of yearning,
For your longing is no match for mine.

4. My passion for you is manifold and amplified,
And my frail body is stronger than any proof.

5. You are neither for the sand dune, nor for yearning, nor for love,
As long as you do not confide the passion confidentially to me.

6. The doves at dawn are restless,
While the lover has not enjoyed tranquility.

7. I devour passion in accelerated breaths,
While you recite to me only rhythm with melodies.

8. I almost shine in my tears due to excessive weeping,
As if my eyes in shedding tears are two eyes.

9. Why shouldn’t my eyes weep when they have seen
The door of needs, Musa the pride of Aden?

10. My anxiety for him a prisoner for so long
Who still moves from one prison to another.

11. They dragged him while he prayed willfully to his Creator,
So they harbored enmity against God in blasphemy and tyranny.

12. They walked him in shackles, chaining him,
And they committed what the clan of Sufyan committed.

13. Ask about Jesus' imprisonment and the tribulations he faced therein,
The injustice and hostility he endured.

14. And do not ask about the imprisonment of the son of Rabie for how much
Misery from one moment to the next exhausted him.

15. And leave what Sindi did in the region,
For the mention of it caused agony in my heart and made me grieve.

16. The Imam looks with his anger-filled face,
And he heard him with his offensive tongue.

17. He spends the night in prison without stars,
And does not see the dawn in light and clarity.

18. My soul is his ransom, far from his people,
In fact far from encountering any human.

19. Until when they made him drink poison in fresh dates,
The deadly deed made him change colors.

20. No one of his family was present for him,
His family did not bid him farewell, neither elders nor youth.

21. My anxiety for him while he is in the depths of prisons, wound up,
With no family or neighbors drawing near him.

22. The bier of the son of Ja’far, they carry it
Where then are the battalions of the clan of Aden?

23. The like of the son of the one whom the world yielded honor,
Yet for him no storyteller or newborn attended.

24. For whom on the bridge is a bier with no one to bid farewell
Among people except guards and jailers?

25. For whom on the bridge with no one circling it
Of his kin, neither his closest nor highest in status?

26. For whom on the bridge is a bier degraded,
Like an unimportant corpse without repute or distinction?

27. For whom on the bridge is a bier with no grave prepared,
No burial shroud or crypt for him?

28. For whom on the bridge is a bier with no one to prepare him,
Neither loyal friends nor supporters?

29. When the doctor refrained from approaching him,
He held back the insides of his two palms forcefully.

30. So he passed by without turning to anyone,
Dumbfounded, faltering of mind, confused.

31. He says why does the young man have no country or comrades?
Or does he have defenders against aggression?

32. The young man died poisoned, so where are they
To avenge him and punish the perpetrator?

33. Shackles on his leg and binds on his hand,
Yet the cloak is of the greatest stature.

34. They threw him on the bridge discarded, tossed about
By foreign hands discreetly and openly.