1. The homelands have burdened you with more than you can bear
Since the unity of its people was torn apart

2. Lands whose rivers you dammed with dams
Yet tears flow freely

3. You used to frequent it when it was a meadow
Today it is a refuse heap that does not please

4. Today, the horses have crushed it
As if yesterday it was not musk, sublime

5. Cry out, what is required of you from the image of a house
That is now in ruins and its company has gone

6. It frightened away all except the moaning of the son of Wárqa
Or the longing of an enamored youth

7. So discard any mention of it for the praise of the Great One
Whose awe fills throats

8. Good action glorifies lineage and origin
And is worthy of bounties in truth

9. It attained the glories of the age but
Its grandeur made it hard for them to catch up

10. One whose tongue articulates gentle sounds
And whose mouth holds the saliva of slick tongues

11. To his enemies he is a tongue
And in their guts, a smooth fang

12. And if the goal of glory seemed too far
Hurdles did not stop him from reaching it