1. O home, though now a desolate abode
With pillars midst a tribe that's passed away,

2. A hut with tattered curtains blowing free,
A roofless lair where sands drift and decay;

3. I've never known the whims of fate so strange
As now when ruins mock grandeur's decay,

4. Where dove-hued feathered flocks in lines arrange
Like pigeons at a well-worn fountain's spray.

5. O builder, why invite me to my death
When comrades call, you know I can't say nay,

6. My people know I never shun the fray
When warriors true unsheathe the sword for Faith.

7. When shafts prove vain and ranks in shambles lie,
Only the valiant face the enemy.

8. In life, the wise may err, fools stumble right,
New things surprise us every coming day.

9. Trust no refuge, though in Mecca's site,
Death lingers near each living body's way.

10. Dread no doom if you're resolved to die,
Postponed the day for those reprieved to stay.

11. Vow naught until you see what time holds true,
Events may thwart what you intend today.