1. My soul turned away from this abode,
After decay settled into the soil.

2. My hearing is deaf if they speak,
And my sight is blind if it looks.

3. How can I keep company with them
When I see no face with freshness aglow?

4. Nor do I hear from their words
The pearls their utterances once shed.

5. Were they strung they'd be a starry wreath,
Or scattered they'd be the brightest flowers.

6. If from my eyes she is veiled,
In my heart her image is pictured still.

7. I've clung to the soil where she once dwelled,
Exuding a fragrance of sweet musk.

8. There knowledge and merit once thrived,
Renowned on faces that beamed their light.

9. No female matched her excellence,
Can rock ever equal a jewel some day?

10. She recited the Quran purely pristine,
No error or accent impure.

11. And wrote with the ink in her scroll
Lines whose script shone clear.

12. With the Prophet's words, jurisprudence and grammar,
And poetry's art writ with care.