1. My friends, pass by Al-Aqeeq and convey the greetings
To the ruins which, if not for decay, would have spoken

2. I knew it as a delightful, green garden, frequented
By does like the shy sandgrouse, forever

3. But now it is a barren wasteland, with no companion in its atmosphere
Such are the turns of fate, bringing woe and bliss

4. As was your habit the day you departed, leaving behind
Impressions in the dunes, handfuls and forearms

5. With an immaculate, unblemished face
Wearing a frigid, icy garment, yet heated

6. I swear if you saw a year of her face
You would melt, even if you were Jesus, son of Mary