أَلا طَمَّ بَحرُ أَتِيٍّ طَما

وَأَجرى كَفَّي سَماءٍ تَجود

Has not the sea of destruction raged,

And the generous heavens poured down their bounty,

فَأَهوَت تَخُرُّ هُناكَ البُنى

كَما تَتَلَقّى المُلوكُ الوُفود

To lay low there many a noble mansion,

As kings receive the homage of men!

وَباتَت كَأَنَّ عَلَيها صَلاةً

فَبَعضٌ رُكوعٌ وَبَعضٌ سُجود

Their night became as though there were on them

Some prostrate, some in worship bending low.