1. With ruins that circle endlessly,
Of marble, brick, and stone masonry,

2. And marble attributed and lined
With a door of polished, shiny gold.

3. Ruins where we were certain,
Of the power of the Able.

4. And convey my words,
To the Master of all commands.

5. Say to him, O son of Abu Nasir,
Purify the lands of God, from the pure.

6. It did not suffice that he tore his viscera,
Slaughtering offerings as far as the butcher goes.

7. Until he came pulling his own viscera,
In a riverbed, such is the wayfarer's reach.

8. Death has cooled upon his side,
So his gaze is broken, no longer seeing.