وَقائِلَةٍ وَالدَمعُ سَكبٌ مُبادِرٌ

وَقَد شَرِقَت بِالماءِ مِنها المَحاجِرُ

With a complainant, and tears flowing readily,

The rocks around her wet with water,

وَقَد أَبصَرَت حمّانُ مِن بَعدِ أُنسِها

بِنا وَهيَ مِنّا موحِشاتٌ دَواثِرُ

And Hamman saw after the loss of its companions,

Us, as desolate ruins.

كَأَن لَم يَكُن بَينَ الحَجونِ إِلى الصَفا

أَنيسٌ وَلَم يَسمر بِمكَّةَ سامِرُ

As if between Al-Hajun and As-Safa,

There had never been a friend, nor had there ever stayed in Mecca a night companion.

فَقُلتُ لَها وَالقَلبُ مِنّي كَأَنَّما

يُقَبِّلُهُ بَينَ الجَوانِحِ طائِرُ

So I said to her, while my heart was as if

A bird was kissing it among my ribs:

بَلى نَحنُ كُنّا أَهلها فَأَبادَنا

صروفُ اللَيالي وَالجُدودُ العَواثِرُ

"Yes, we were its family, but we were destroyed by

The turns of nights and pitiless misfortunes."