1. I say to my soul in consolation and comfort
There was once a refuge behind in the angels' realm

2. O hearer of good whom do we call when
One of the adversities befell the tribes and they differed

3. O hearer of Iraq that has no leader
With whom do we see the noble embryos believe?

4. Those eyes in the direction of Egypt weeping
Weeping for you when shrouds and cliffs took you

5. They enshrouded you without enshrouding
And exerted generosity when decay took you

6. You were the meteor thrown at the enemy
And from it the sea drew streaks of generosity