1. Their dwellings bloomed beneath your clouds, unveiled,
As the morning breeze drew forth its trailing robes.

2. The night pressed me with its hand, in haste,
While the stars slowly crept across the skies.

3. Remembrance is a balm from the toils of fate -
It rests, pillowed, above the dusty graves.

4. They set out seeking their songs, and climbed
To Ali's son, the summit of all who climb.

5. Through trials we know him truly; nothing reveals
Things like trials - the touchstone that tries and tells.