1. Stop at a grave wherein lies a pious soul
Who brought the people of Aka sorrow for her abode

2. Noble, she spent her days in goodness
And sincerely sought the Pleasure of the Merciful

3. This is the damsel of Beirut wounded
When the tyrants of Damascus injured her feet

4. Leaving behind three in their blood
And how many tears her eyes shed in grief

5. Until she passed away and went towards bliss
Attaining comfort in her Lord's abode

6. Verily, the clouds of kindness and satisfaction
Have encompassed the dwelling place of the Chronicled