1. Let me, with my eyelids, and with the tear that flows down,
And with the love from my sad heart, wash away

2. Let me with my cheek wipe the earth for I see
Wiping it with my cheek as glorious honor

3. Like a speck of light in the veins ignited
Threads of passions and love being spun

4. I flip it in my palm, and carry
It tells the news of the past time

5. Summarizing at times and detailing at others
Let me handshake here my hand of pride

6. And narrate the tales of glory and send
Let me flip here the book of time

7. In it are signs that will astonish
With their hands the building rises and completes

8. And here was the best of creations, Muhammad
Praying, humbly dressed in his robes

9. And a blessed place for the lover settled
A vast space in which I flew soaring

10. Praying in all directions and drawing near
Is this not the heart of life and its pulse

11. And its pure spring from which we drink
You turned, the blessed place welcomed you

12. I entered a noble and pure interior
And lived a profound feeling that cannot be faulted

13. As if on a star that shone alone
While all other stars set below

14. I ascended to it, God paved its ladder
So ask not how its rain pours

15. And it made me befriend life and its people
A deep feeling in my heart that delves

16. And around it courtyards of endless mercy
And branches of faith and safety that shade

17. Minutes ten, like centuries in status
And greatest on the scale, in value and weight

18. And like lightning on the scale of my longing and yearning
Flashing swiftly to the eyes then departing

19. It is the glorious Kaaba, a symbol and a landmark
We value its meaning, and do not implore

20. As if with the best of prophets before it
Saying to it words, on which we depend

21. It has sublime sanctity with God
And its station with God is revered

22. And greater than it in sanctity is the blood
Of a Muslim unjustly and criminally spilled

23. It is the glorious Kaaba, how immaculate its soil
And how pure its walls washed with light

24. I entered it, and the dawn is a poem
With its white rhythms the bulbul chants

25. By God, what pleasure I felt inside it
And by God its meaning that cannot be interpreted

26. So let me, with my eyelids, and with the tear that flows down,
And with the love from my sad heart, wash away