1. I lost my beauty and my crown,
The stars fell down for me in constellations.

2. The water jug appears in me like a worshipper
In the direction of the altar, standing praying.

3. My virtues guaranteed, despite the bitterness of time,
The needs of the needy and the pilgrim throngs.

4. As if I collected traces of dew,
From the palm of our master Abu Al Hajjaj.

5. He remains a full moon in the sky of the caliphate,
As long as a full moon shines in the pitch-black darkness.