1. She wept when she saw the ruins of Hind changed
Her neighbors at Hind lived there, so she wept for them

2. So whoever did not weep for Hind was saddened
The house reminded me of times gone by

3. If a house has no curtains or
A hardworking mother to adorn its walls

4. May Hind’s neighbors not know her to be stingy
As others visit while its owner sits idle

5. When poverty and wealth were
Adversaries, her wealth never beat her poverty

6. Whenever she did good, she wouldn't say
"I did this" nor would one hear her sigh

7. She saw her many neighbors as few
And called her little much

8. She saw disobeying a husband wrong
And if she were disobeyed it was but a small calamity

9. If the blamed one in the grave knew tomorrow
Who came to her and who sent her bed

10. She would go out to welcome her
When mourners cry, her bed sings praises

11. When hands left her side, she was generous to you
Dispelling her sadness for you with her light

12. Whenever a visitor came to her grave she would grow
Pasture on his back, lighting up her burrows

13. And when death came to her, they counted her virtues
Traits she didn't boast of

14. Whenever she entered a house, nothing
Would serve the homespeople but her mat

15. If morals were robes, Hind’s would be
Nothing but silk

16. She passed from a family as though
Bereft of patient kinsmen’s wealth

17. Hind’s neighbors found no substitute neighbor
Nor did her little mother become self-sufficient

18. The young girl hurried to God while
Hind’s glory peaked

19. If out of sadness Hamidah cries
Or red-breasted women stand keening at her grave

20. We are stirred to tears, though she was sparing
Of weeping for Hind’s insignificant woes