1. This is a greeting, with open hearts,
And passionate yearning for homes,

2. Where longing sets out towards loved ones,
Whose trait is to never reject a response,

3. A voice attracted me, echoed by reverberations,
A sweet, delicate cooing, while the lands lie in ruins,

4. Only a wailing raven made me pay attention,
Sorrow is evident, and ruins are cawing,

5. Lamenting abodes, where a heart resides,
Yearning for it beyond the dwellings is veiled,

6. Time has cast its days upon it with its turns,
Emptying it, revealing its companions,

7. The hands of diaspora have struck it, as if
They are hands of captivity, to which separation is a blow,

8. You see the sudden events in its arena, and they
Have pitched tents beneath which are eagles,

9. I know not if that is due to the evil of the passionate ones,
Or if those eagles are a reward,

10. O community! None was brighter than its light,
Until it waned, so its radiance was clouded,

11. It saw its loved ones as its enemies,
Though the worst of enemies are loved ones,

12. Its beauty vanished, so its purity was faulted,
And the sun is blamed for the turbidity of an eclipse,

13. Its enemies mocked its masters,
And it complained, so it wept with agony and rebuke,

14. It stumbled as the reins were pulled, until it bent over,
Heads and necks in it and part of it,

15. As if it were a tribulation upon mankind,
And as if it were dust beneath mankind,

16. That enemy made it taste, with his wickedness,
Poison, but without any propriety,

17. And God called him with an effective call,
But he was silent towards the one who called him,

18. And His Master loved him over his brother, in
A meaning alluded to in the hidden Book,

19. And nicknamed him on the day of conflict with a nickname,
That confused minds and intellects,

20. So he yielded, not sparing a mother,
Who was housed in part of the Most High, thus deserving awe.

21. So observe, O passersby, and you will see,
A frightening view, in its containment is torment,

22. A mother that humiliation made cheap, until she became,
And her affliction, to the gloaters, an affliction,

23. She tasted from a son the bitterness,
Of a bitterness, and that draught was more bitter,

24. She recoiled, so regret turned her around,
Calling for departure, but does departure respond?

25. Not all who call are answered in their call,
For silence to a response, is a response,

26. Far be it from you, O Zion, mother of villages,
To become empty, while your sons are your neighbors,

27. Arise and be enlightened, if you shun an ignorant,
Wolf, for corrupters are but wolves,

28. Arise and be enlightened, why is your light extinguished?
Has that foolish liar made you weary?

29. Arise and be enlightened, your face is veiled in shame,
And your enemy is the temple,

30. You cry, and you saw your children permitted,
To death, inevitably, and the homes are in ruin,

31. Who will give you good tidings of the loss of enviers?
And the loss of a garden with no garments?

32. My God, O Happy Rome, I am truly,
Oppressed, and you are the gateway,

33. They insist on entering your gate, and the enemies bar me,
From you, though to you they are but dogs,

34. Far be it from me to seek a refuge but you,
Not every view among people is correct,

35. They have veiled you, O sun of guidance, as if
Between us, in coming together, is a cloud,

36. Do not deny what I have seen of the one
You harbored, truly the villain is blameworthy,

37. I raised a son, but he slighted his mother,
And I elevated him, so there would be reward in him,

38. It is as if I sinned when I extolled him,
And the evildoer is disciplined with matching punishment,

39. And I wore disgrace openly among the people, though I have no veil,
Who will do me justice from an unjust oppressor?

40. Woe to sweetness mixed with bitterness!
I have donned the garb of mourning, so do not question,

41. The state of an elder scorned by youth,
This is the judgement of God, so be obediently patient,

42. For the obedient, serenity is his reward,
So upon you, O abode of loved ones and acceptance,

43. Is my greeting, with open hearts,