1. Stand by the abandoned abodes at Al-Lal'a
And mourn our loved ones in that Al-Balqa'

2. Stand by the dwellings and converse with them amazed
At their elegance and fine tenderness in grief

3. My days with the like of you near your dunes, plucking
The fruits of cheeks and a meadow's choicest roses

4. May those who hope for your rains be watered
Your lightning illuminated none but me

5. She said "Yes, that meeting was
In the shade of my branches, at the most fertile place"

6. For my lightning then was of smiling flashes
While today my lightning is but a slight glare

7. So blame time, for we've no power
To stop it - what's the fault of Lal'a's dwellings?

8. I pardoned her when I heard her words
Lamenting as I lament with an aching heart

9. And I asked her when I saw her meadows
The path of the four winds blowing

10. Did the winds inform you of their resting place?
She said "Yes, they said it was at Al-Ajra'"

11. Where the white tents rise for those
Who occupy them under those brilliant suns