1. The lightning flashed from Najd so it stirred my yearning.
Is there a way to supreme knowledge,

2. To the highest company, to nearness and meeting,
To Sinai's mount, to syntax and grammar?

3. So greet the living, greet Najd and its loveliness
With a morning that hastens not to awaken.

4. And a trailing cloud from every breeze,
Ambergris-scented, and the night about to gain strength,

5. A gray murmuring in her sweetnesses,
Reminding of a pact that was, when the branch was unbent.

6. Oh, for the loved ones, living, who are gone,
Departed, none left in the abode to lament.

7. Is there a return for the delicate ones to the sanctuary,
By whom I slake my thirst, of their remainder I slake my thirst,

8. And by them lives again one dead of youth and ardor,
Of heart and body resembling the ambience?

9. When his days pour away, already the new moon has set
And passed like the wild things bolting in alarm.

10. She wept it with a tear crimsoning her cheek,
As the dust colors crimson from the first drops of rain,

11. What's done is done, O heart, so resign yourself
And surrender to the Lord of the Throne; give what you wish.

12. In Him, exalted be His glory and His majesty,
Rich without all creatures whatsoever contain.