1. The grave still lies between Buṯnā and Jilqāq
Upon it the generous clouds pour down their rain

2. It has grown all around with bright flowers
I will follow it with the best words I can attain

3. Ḥāriṯ of Jawlān wept for the loss of his lord
So Ḥawrān’s mountains are humbled and frail

4. If I had met you unharmed, between us
And wealth would have been only a few nights’ tale