1. My home, did I bid Salma farewell as she departed,
For you have stirred up longing in a grieving heart,

2. And reminded me of the days of youth now passed,
And the prime of union whose rope has now decayed.

3. When she stays at a campsite or sits at a dune,
Yearning comes over me, bringing hope

4. And assumptions about the absent one.
I love her house being near, though the crevice of its valley refused

5. Except to be cracked.
He cried over it without knowing, beyond assumption, whether

6. He was crying over the living or dust and bone.
Absence came and fear of criticizers came before it,

7. And news of her became too scarce to flow.
You returned to it for two months, then longing

8. Persisted in you until you were absent for a whole sacred month.
Why now, when the shadow has descended upon it,

9. Do you regret when you did not regret back then?
You bid its mention farewell, but the rule of its mention

10. Is nothing but sickness at noon.
So leave it and replace it with a eulogy for the Caliph

11. That would alleviate your misery or profit you boons.
For in his hands are keys to mercy

12. And rain that brings life to people in drought.
An Imam who came to power by clemency, without

13. Establishing his rule with ill-gotten money or blood.
The Lord of servants selected him for his character

14. As Guardian, and Allah knows people best.