1. The fertile valley ignored me and its people
And in every one of its ravines there is a ruin of mine

2. And my excuse to it is in my silence, my ailment
And what is the excuse of my people in their silence about me

3. And there remained for me no comforter of intimacy
And I am from nerves in the loneliness of Jinn

4. And I have nothing but the loss of the covenant with them
And this is what wears me out and this is what saddens me

5. And if they asked about me, their deed would have been
And it would have been the healer and it would have been the consoler