1. Damnahur was a cradle for us
Of beauty and subtleties

2. Especially when it was blessed
By its Lord, the Bestower of graces

3. The best of creation, Ahmed
Reviver of glories and knowledge

4. In his circle of grace
Were people of virtues and gnosis

5. My soul found companionship in them
And I lingered to glean subtleties

6. And I say Damnahur was blessed
And every corner flourished

7. But in it is an ungrateful dog
Fears have appeared from it

8. It still circles breaking things
Hurting those sitting and standing

9. Until it has become infected
By its existence, and all are cautious

10. So who will come to it
As long as the destructive dog is circling

11. Except to find his mark on it
In every moment redoubled

12. And sometimes cannot find it
When the disease lies in wait

13. So God hides its traces
From it, and it seizes the familiar

14. I will not be the first to feel safe
And I will be the last to take risks