1. Do you know the house that has become desolate, my friend?
Like parchment which a skilled pen has traversed,

2. With sorrow it was convulsed with affairs not fading,
So the eye overflowed shedding copious tears.

3. A house whose inhabitants have become speechless,
And I would speak to it if only it could understand speech.

4. Woe to the desolate house, if only the prince would approach it,
If only the desolate house would become a haven for us.

5. It settled in Mecca not an emulous house,
Far from it, neighbors who inhabit the sanctuary.

6. O Bishr, indeed distance has carried you far from us,
And I have not forgotten a bond or a paternal uncle.

7. I have said in sorrow when her neighbor said to her:
“As long as the bond remains that brought speech to us”.

8. I have come with a complaint I do not confide in,
And they let talk go on and I did not fear what was hinted.

9. Until it appeared and I did not know its source,
And perhaps through what I attempted I was perceptive.

10. God does not force the nose of the one bearing it,
Rather your envious nose in what has distressed you forcefully.

11. If something bothers you I am not aware of,
Or if I loved something like your love,

12. My slipper then would not remain steady for me.
Whatever you desire I will do today,

13. While my heart is melting yet you did not soften it.
Do not return me to one who does not have mercy on me,

14. And protect you from one whom you hate, loss and illness.
I have no desire to reach people through you,

15. And to place my cheek for one who did not bestow any favor on me.
Indeed slanderers are many, if you obey them,

16. They will not respect us at all or covenants.