1. Tell the dwellings made of cloth that they speak
With grief, the grief of an era when created

2. Greeted from ruins whose age has passed
And watered from the downpour of bountiful spring

3. To remember the time that has gone by us
Days we will resurrect the Messenger and reunite

4. When you were a delicate doe in flourishing youth
A fawn with cheeks like the green gazelle

5. Whose saddlebags were fragrant, their contents perfumed
Filled with the eloquent, conversing supplies

6. Nothing more beautiful than Athayla when she appeared
Her caravan hastened to disperse

7. And when she glanced with eyes of dripping kohl
I knew her need though she did not speak