1. From the ruins of a remote wilderness worn by time
For your eyes, flocks overflowing with their sunset

2. Worn by the length of time after renewal
And pulled by southern winds on it their trains

3. Nothing left in it but a tottering threshold
And of the house’s corners none but its cross

4. Its people bore from it and the bitterness of exile took them
To their endurance the myrrh of sorrow and its wadis

5. When it is like the fluttering ban branch
Its beautiful vine and fragrance startle you

6. What remains of love between me and it
Are wishes it sends to me, their falsehood

7. Leave it and rid your worries, even if called
To the memory of Salma each blessed day her serenity

8. You yearn for Salma, and without her people
Ambushes take the rider, their precipices

9. My father and clan instructed me with pardon
And to defend her in matters that vilify her

10. As for your people, excel in affection among them
And spare your soul what flaws it