Al-Lāt, Lady of Ta\'if,
Where gardens bloom beneath the mountain air,
Your sacred stone once stood,
And pilgrims came with offerings and prayer.
The valley knew your name,
Where date palms rose and tended gardens grew,
And incense filled the shrine,
While worshippers sought favor there from you.
With Manāt at your side,
And al-ʿUzzā shining in the desert lands,
Three mighty names were praised,
Three goddesses remembered in the sands.
O Lady of the Earth,
Whose name was carried through the Arabian land,
The merchants knew your shrine,
The traveler knew the blessing of your hand.
At Ta\'if\'s sacred place,
The holy stone received the gifts they brought;
There offerings were laid,
And prayers were spoken, hope and reverence wrought.
The desert winds have changed,
The ancient sanctuary is no more,
Yet echoes of your name
Remain where vanished generations swore.
The poets of old time
Could speak your name beneath the desert moon;
Their verses have grown still,
Their songs have faded like a dying tune.
Yet history recalls
The goddess whom the ancient peoples knew,
The Lady of the shrine,
Whose worship once beneath the stars grew true.
No temple now remains,
No sacred stone receives the garlands laid,
But Ta\'if still retains
The memory of the goddess once obeyed.
Al-Lāt, your ancient name
Still rises from the records of the past;
Though worship has passed on,
The memory of your presence long has lasted.
So underneath the moon,
Where mountain shadows cross the valley floor,
The vanished shrine is still
A ghost within the memory of lore.