1. I yearn for the land of Hejaz though my need
Is but tents in Najd which my eyes find too short

2. Yet my sight turns not to Najd for my benefit
Nay, but to that place I keep looking athwart

3. Each day a moral, then a glance follows it
Your eyes, their water flows streaming in thought

4. When will my heart find rest, either dwelling nearby
Grieved, or departing, reminiscing, distraught

5. They say how abundant the tears of his eyes
For them endless tears that keep streaming pour out

6. But it's not the water that flows from his eyes
It's a soul melting, dissolving, dripping about