1. In it the enemies rave in violent attack,
And nothing stops the attack except the rugged mountainside.

2. Where is the valiant Arab who we seek aid from,
On the day of calamity, has the valiant Arab been lost?

3. I see around it lightning and rumbling thunder,
Yet its thunder is devoid of rain-laden clouds.

4. I see the revolving sky warning them,
Of imminent ruin to the house drawing near.

5. I stood by the house weeping for it, while
Its eyes gaze at me with the blame of reproach.

6. I cried for it, a garden whose flowers have withered,
And a vineyard stripped of bunches of grapes.

7. I cry for it and console it, so it wounds me,
And my remedy is in the hands of time.

8. O house of my sorrow, pain and refuge,
No house consoles me, no wine-cup or joy.

9. Memories of you sound sweet in my ears,
My heart recites them though they make my fortune miserable and bring no comfort.

10. Under the rubble the wrongfully slain hero,
Elder, child, wounded one and boy.

11. Have mercy on them in the earth that covers them,
Above the hill for they have lost mother and father.

12. My people, family, and those they encountered and aided,
Keep me standing while the cruelty of fate makes me sit.