1. With what can I have patience? There is no bosom friend, no family, no homeland,
No companion, no neighbor, no dwelling, no trusted keeper of my needs in this abode but grief and sorrow.

2. Why this life that has filled me with boredom? Our home and the plains and mountains have become desolate to me,
To the point I feared words and deeds would go to waste.

3. So what is my staying in a land whose people have departed,
And in whose ruins have settled weakness and humiliation?

4. Is there any joy, comfort or delight,
For the heart other than sorrow, sadness and grief?

5. Indeed, sincerity left with them, it did not profess,
Since the people of piety and virtue departed out of benevolence.

6. After them, life did not seem sweet nor dwelling pleasant to me.
Virtues of theirs I cannot enumerate in number,

7. If reckoned by counting grains of sand they would not deplete.
I have not found any like them in our time,

8. Since they left I said my heart will never settle,
In a paradise settled by sorrows and tribulations.

9. From pining my ears have become deaf,
And burning anguish I cannot, by God, dispel.

10. A sadness I could not hold back today,
And tears I swore would not stop flowing,

11. From troubles, until the ships return.
They traveled and settled as neighbors yet did not show sympathy,

12. To the one with parched throat and lips.
Good fortune to them, they have truly recognized what they knew.

13. O you who blame, you travelers, stop!
For one passionately in love, time has been burdensome after you.

14. So tears from every eye lamenting the separation,
Cascade down the cheeks resembling dripping rain,

15. As if the cheek were land and the eyes were sky.
Had they not been a cure for hearts they would not have,

16. Beset them after you with any disease or smoke.
Grief and sorrow appeared since they resolved,

17. To depart, and safety and generosity appeared,
And the sweetness of life and bounty disappeared from me.

18. Had it not been for their separation no illness would have befallen me,
Nor would desolation and loss have saddened my soul.

19. Who in existence is like our master Abdullah,
The progeny of the pure, righteous Tahir, our Muhammad.

20. The origin of our faith has been perfumed by the scent of this one,
For he is the devoted guardian, the pure light of our mosque,

21. And he is the pleased, the righteous, the knowing, the perceptive one.
He gives freely of what he possesses, indeed he does not withhold it.

22. You will not find him heedless in his qualities.
He led the world with wisdom as a child in his school.

23. Every matter he sees is unambiguous.
And eloquence is not marred by his diction's blemishes.

24. Then blessings upon the Chosen One from Mudar,
Our intercessor on a day when none shall save another from sin,

25. Muhammad the Elect, of whom the news has come,
The best of creation, patron of nomads and townspeople alike,

26. Our Prophet whose excellence deeds do not tarnish.