1. When the news of Tufayl and his company came to me
Calmly, so a lump settled in my throat,

2. I knew on the left a lofty garden
With craning necks and the arriving caravan's provisions,

3. A white sword after the flowing of every erect object,
Like the hem of a loincloth, it seduces the eye insistently,

4. Dressing it at night and undressing it at dawn unveiled.