1. With smoky ruins and abandoned dwellings
Where tears are guarded and sorrow concealed

2. A home abandoned by its dwellers retains its honor
While south and north winds battle

3. And predawn songbirds depart
From the starry sky at dawn's first light

4. Of its vestiges remains
Only ashes like kohl on the eye's rim

5. And a trace like the lasting marks of doves
On their nesting places and crescent dunes

6. A home compensated for its consoling friends
With threads of ephemeral visions

7. And the train of gazelles compensated
With the tails of lionesses on the prowl

8. A home whose names have faded
And whose beauty has shed the adornment of freshness

9. Where the dusk resembles in its redness
The thorns of the siyaal

10. An Arab of arresting beauty
With a face whose light shames the two moons

11. And intense dark eyes and a delicate neck
That the most elegant gazelle cannot describe

12. So cease remembering homes and names
And praise those who have attained glory

13. They are the luminous moons in dark nights
Bringing light when calamities befall people

14. They are in times of distress rains for the people
And shields against overwhelming adversities

15. They are the refuge of widows and orphans
And the goal of distant travelers

16. They are the asylum of offenders, never
Turning away from those seeking respite

17. A troop of riders on starving camels
Whose emaciation betrays enduring hardship

18. You see them swimming in the sands
Joining the smooth expanse of dunes

19. They roamed the deserts ceaselessly
Until I feared that I would be one of the wretched

20. Visit them apprehensively and you will be safe
When dire poverty befalls you, you will be aided

21. How often has their rope been cast to save
Those who lost their way and almost perished

22. They surmounted the storms of life
As mountain peaks rise above dwellings

23. How often they passed nights reciting poetry
And nights studying and chanting verse

24. How often they passed nights drinking wine
The color of gazelles' blood

25. How often they roamed the arid plains
To hunt prey amidst the mountains

26. How often they traversed the meadows
On steeds racing like antelopes

27. How often when destiny pained
They joined to console the hearts of camels

28. Their wealth became the spoils of people
As they sold it for their lost honor

29. How many lives they sustained, how many they took
With words scattered like gemstones

30. Blessings upon the Guide who never ceased
Pursuing the most lofty aspirations