Precious Fruits
O Builder of the Great Palace
O builder of the great palace... among the villages and palaces
And the army that was mustered... filled the earth and hearts
And subdued the land that... wearied throughout the ages
Have you not finished, so do not leave... the building of your grave in the tombs
And look at it, you will see it... to you, objecting, it points
And remember your sleep within it... under the boulders and rocks
Those armies have been dispersed... and those matters have changed
And you replaced the softness of silk... with the roughness of the great stone
And you left, mortgaged to it... with no wealth, woe to you, nor kin
Bewildered, you declare with sorrow... distressed, you call for destruction
And you were called by your name after... you used to be called the prince
O God, bless our Prophet Muhammad and all his family and companions
Peace, mercy, and blessings of God be upon you
