1. Stop and weep at the ruins, whose shadow has shrunk,
And lament the traces of those who remain but a memory.

2. The Banu Rustam, who established their kingdom through justice,
With them, Tihert became like a flower garden.

3. Rivers surround it, and flowers smile gently,
Like the gardens of Paradise, eternally green.

4. For ages they upheld the light of faith,
And built its landmarks, traversing land and sea with ease.

5. How many armies they organized, how much peace they spread,
How many lands they conquered, how many campaigns they launched.

6. How many fortresses they built, how many strongholds,
How many mosques they revived, how many regions they developed.

7. The banner of victory fluttered over them,
And Tihert was the abode of knowledge and the great state.

8. Under the shadow of the son of Rustam,
How many princes were appointed and gave thanks.

9. How many imams were authorities in religion,
How many statesmen were bright stars in the courts of kings.

10. Desolate places that shed tears around them,
Eyes that found rest, and ages that passed by.

11. Such is the fickle world, laughing at times,
And crying bitterly, making the sweet bitter.

12. O homes, you were built and fortune was arriving,
Scholars made you glorious over many ages.

13. You were built and you built cities in prosperity,
A rarity in the flow of time.

14. Caravans came to you from all quarters,
In you, life was pleasant, pure and blessed.

15. Is there anyone who knows where Tamim stands,
Holding back tears, calling up memories?

16. Moaning in sorrow, wounding the heart and soul,
Shattering livers – who can show patience?

17. Greetings of peace from anguished hearts,
That lament ruins and have learned no lesson,

18. Upon the institution of Islam, religion and guidance,
Where kings once ruled gloriously.

19. O shifting sands, stop and say
Facing the homes you have so often rebuilt:

20. May God water Tihert with showers of mercy,
Renewing its glory and reviving its pride.

21. Alas! Does a sigh revive the dead?
And who can expect it to live once again?

22. Far, far away, but God is our Lord,
Capable of returning the departed unseen.