1. O grave of Fatima, unmatched in excellence
A grave in Tayba where she passed sweet nights

2. For in you resided the daughter of the Guide whose
Beauty and adornment were manifestly bright

3. If you move away from it you have not distanced
Or if the full moon has not become obscured from sight

4. So the rain has watered your soil throughout the time
The graves of Tayba have gleamed and endured

5. Indeed, in sheltering her you have become fragrant
Exhaling musk that intoxicates when sniffed

6. And I have contemplated the graves and their people
So my thoughts about them have become scattered

7. How many brought near and pushed away, how many close and far
Have been reduced to dust by time's malevolence and spite