1. It is right for the depressed to lament him
And console him if you wish, or leave his torment be

2. Do not make his paths more constricted
The darkness of nights has ensured his distress

3. And what is in him of resignation suffices him
He recalled the past and its recollection brought him melancholy

4. So the tear consulted him about what brought him down
And he saw the lightning burdened thus it bowed

5. Like the wailing of the lute one day for the affectionate gatherings
And it bent toward its interior with the hand

6. Oh what sorrow then increased
Weakening like sweat when it throbbed

7. It left the heart upon the embers of anger
Every eyelid its evening has not closed

8. So excuse him for the crying and the sleeplessness
He recalled Damascus in the days of Al-Walid

9. And protected Baghdad in the days of Al-Rashid
And saw the current state in the new era

10. How it changed so he fell upon the ground
Losing strength and weak in endurance

11. Stand in the neighborhood even in worn-out wraps
For I will put out my fire with tears

12. And ask the neighborhood when the days of neighborliness were
For I have a heart resentful of them

13. Its religion from a blamer or someone dutiful
She stood while the night adorned itself with its gowns

14. Pouring tears upon those hills
What is more deserving of bewilderment

15. Than the weeping of the dunes in an abandoned illustration
Devoid of anyone in it

16. Do not ask what has scandalized and disgraced her
For a time when you see me and I see her

17. Sorrow sealed my mouth when it sealed its mouth
And its signs raised from us the foreheads

18. Informing of sorrow in eternity
Heartache and melancholy between the ribs

19. And sorrow defending from the eye the sleeplessness
If only I knew why tears pour

20. When long ago it did not know the meaning of fervor
Firmness of the eye and contortion of the liver

21. It only cries for a past glory
That the successors did not preserve

22. Now it is time for us sitting to be lighter
Towards attaining glory for the time is nigher

23. The generous of our era do not suffice
And the key is educating the young woman

24. For she is a lantern that lights up the darkness
Have you heard in past generations

25. A nation that rose without women
To the heights, or in the new eras