يا قَبْرَ فاطِمَةَ الّذي مَا مِثْلُهْ

قَبْرٌ بطَيْبَةَ طابَ فيهِ مَبِيتَا

O grave of Fatima, unmatched in excellence

A grave in Tayba where she passed sweet nights

إِذْ فيكَ حَلّتْ بِضْعَةُ الهَادي الّتي

تُجلى مَحاسِنُ وَجْهِها حُلِّيتا

For in you resided the daughter of the Guide whose

Beauty and adornment were manifestly bright

إِنْ تَنْأَ عنهُ فَمَا نَأَيْتَ تَباعُداً

أَوْ لَمْ تَبِنْ بَدْراً فما أَخفيتا

If you move away from it you have not distanced

Or if the full moon has not become obscured from sight

فَسَقَى ثَرَاكَ الغَيْثُ ما بَقِيَتْ بِهِ

لُمَعُ القُبورِ بطَيْبَةٍ وَبقِيتا

So the rain has watered your soil throughout the time

The graves of Tayba have gleamed and endured

فَلَقَدْ بِرَيّاها ظَلَلْتَ مُطَيّباً

تَسْتَافُ مِسْكاً في الأُنوف فَتيتا

Indeed, in sheltering her you have become fragrant

Exhaling musk that intoxicates when sniffed

ولَقَدْ تأَمّلْتُ القُبورَ وأَهْلَها

فَتَشَتّتَتْ فِكري بها تَشْتِيتا

And I have contemplated the graves and their people

So my thoughts about them have become scattered

كَمْ مُقْرَبٍ مُقْصىً وكَمْ مُتَبَاعِدٍ

مُدْنىً فَسَاوَرَتِ الحَشَا عِفْريتا

How many brought near and pushed away, how many close and far

Have been reduced to dust by time's malevolence and spite