1. Time does the youth wrong, provoking his ire,
No admonition can halt him, nor preachers inspire.

2. The smoke of his fire yet singes my soul,
Now the flame returns, fiercely stoked.

3. I yearn for an abode, left wasted in the dirt,
Its loss did not protect the safekeepers.

4. So tears of its people flowed and overflowed,
Alas, once they flowed could they be contained?

5. To God belong dwellings of a people,
Who knew not if they flourished or languished.

6. Laila grew accustomed to ruin and left us,
While we neither slumber nor rouse.

7. What hearts remain unruptured, though you are gone,
Not shattered with grief over losing you?

8. Why could I not share in survival or loss with you?
For the giver of life no safeguards can claim.