1. Look how the ruins have now become,
And let your tears flow freely in the horizon.

2. Stand mournfully in their dwellings,
And cry for the days of your youth that have passed.

3. A quarter is empty of its people and covered in dust,
Distracted, one part from another.

4. Yearning melts me, the cooing of the companions,
And my tears flow freely.

5. The day became one that people avoided at dawn,
And my ribs blaze with the fire of separation.

6. Stand firmly, O pillars of the dwellings,
I confide to you a longing that has exhausted my efforts.

7. I do not forget, I cannot forget, when they packed up at night,
And the pillars had a valley and chant.

8. O you who left with my heart, and my soul too,
If hope avails me, my hope is towards you.

9. By the right of my longing for the courtyards of Al-Aqiq, if
You come to the land of the leaning house, then descend

10. In it and say a stranger displaced
In the west has become, and the paths to him are blocked,

11. To a good land his soul longed for, so it bent
With the memory of it.

12. Why not, and in it settled a master,
By his grace the angels and the messengers bear witness.

13. He has the intercession on the Day of Gathering, he granted
And people, terrors and fears have gathered them.

14. Most high, my father Al-Qasim, the praiseworthy one,
Exalted in the secrets of the secret of truth he connects.

15. By it the lights of the sun of guidance illuminated us
And whoever says other than this is crazed.

16. He is the one whose pride has surpassed all highness,
So he has no equal in the world.

17. He is the one whose praise is an honor and nobility,
And love of him has not ceased curing illnesses.

18. Upon him, whenever a fragrant salutation,
Traveling to the melody of its meadow adorned.