بِبَابِ أَبِي مَيْمُونَةَ أَتَضَرَّعُ

إِلَى اللهِ أَكُفِّى مَا أََنَا بِهِ مُوجَعُ

At the door of Abi Maymuna I plead

At the door of Abu Maimunah, I humbly plead,

To God I show what ails me, nothing more

To God, that I may be spared from what causes me pain.

مَلاَذِي ابْنُ إِسْمَاعِيلَ دَرَّاسُ مَنْ هَفَا

أَرِيجُ الْمُنَى مِنْ قَبْرِهِ يَتَضَوَّعُ

My refuge, son of Ishmael, Darraas, whose fragrance

My refuge is Ibn Isma'il, Darras, for whoever stumbles,

Pervades his tomb, exuding a delicate scent

The fragrance of hopes wafts from his tomb.