1. The house of 'Abdat has no voice to speak to us
Its melodies shine like lines of prose

2. I question the stones and a ruined dream
How can a dream and stones articulate a response?

3. Her house did not speak when I asked
And in my liver, like oil, a fire was kindled for it

4. If the melodies of her house had spoken
There would be news for a melancholic, naive wanderer

5. My neighbors endured me, while my eyes
Overflowed with madness when the house appeared

6. I wept for the one whose company I enjoyed
For the right I had feared yesterday when they walked away