1. Stand in the ruins and ask them where their dwellers are
And shed tears from the brims of the eyelids

2. And return the glance to the outskirts of its field
And spread the fragrance of union from the aromas of its fragrances

3. If the ruins inform you of their news
Do not miss their mirror and their view

4. Lands of virtue boasting of pure soil is their ground
And home of intimacy that mimics pearl is their pebbles

5. Time has passed by their neighborhood and made them and it old
With cycles, the cloud of death wrapped them

6. And the suns of virtue covered its land with clouds
Thus glory cries over it woefully grieving

7. And religion laments it and virtue wails for it
Oh how wonderful were the days we spent under their shade

8. However short it was, it was the sweetest
Times of intimacy we spent, if recalled

9. Would cut the heart of the young lover recalling it
Oh neighborhood they deserted and settled in desertion

10. Oh my heart filled with meaning after you, oh my heart
We spent nights of connection at the sanctuary

11. And spent our days watered at the basin
For missing you, the robe of glory was torn

12. And its pillars cracked, by you it was strongest
And the highest minarets of knowledge collapsed

13. And its firm columns fell down
Oh you who intended the mosque from the villages of desertion

14. You wore the purest robes of approval
You stood, oh sea, in both seas, so three gathered

15. Three, you are the most glorious, most generous
And sweetest in taste and purest

16. You contained the most precious pearls
But your pearl is highest and most precious

17. Oh Greatest who tread the summit of glory with honor
Who drank from the valley of Waseem its pure drink

18. Oh tomb atop the summit of elevation
Upon you are the most blessed prayers of God

19. Within you the brightest suns of virtue folded
And the highest landmarks of God’s religion folded

20. And the firmest pillars of the columns of chivalry
Were established, and highest in worth and most sublime

21. So pull over the heavens but over Ali’s trails
For you contained the highest of the high

22. Upon you are our prayers to God as long as
The branches of your palm trees rustled