1. Has the abode become desolate, with no one to answer its echo or inform its questioner?
Has a lover become weakened with sadness, wiping away a falling tear?

2. Help me against an eye whose tears are scarce, though they disobey,
And against a heart with many sorrows and troubles.

3. It recoils and stays away from those whose nearness we love,
And cuts us off from someone whose separation we bemoan.

4. Victory has been achieved, though it is the foremost of rights,
By the armies of Abul Jaysh, the separator of intimates.

5. The enemies' plots sufficed them until their deceit grew old,
Like Tugj the son of Juff, stoning with canisters.

6. With Cuneo the Sublime as a place when the enemy
Stained Cuneo the Sublime with their machinations.

7. And on the day of the fire in Meloria, death came easily
To its inhabitants, quickly finding its victims.

8. And captives were taken from Burgot like herds of gazelles
Meeting their hunters and seekers.

9. Their horses disturbed the slumbering steeds of Doomustuc,
As a miscreant disturbs one living virtuously.

10. No refuge remains but what his swords encompass,
No spoils but what his great armies seize.

11. When Tugj marches into the heart of an army,
Its outskirts answer him at night.

12. You see transgression has made wrongdoing easy,
As its minarets are raised up high.

13. When gloomy fate darkens, he illuminates it,
More daring than the youths, his features beautiful.

14. When the dweller seeks the glory of his high station,
Tubba and his entrusted ones deny it to them.