1. I strolled by the red dunes to Shaqra
The abode of love, beauty, yet I turned away from dwelling

2. Nor did I neglect to drink from her goblet
And I recorded in history whatever delighted me

3. I looked between the sands asking
But only saw that I face a river

4. Especially with the garden around it for it
A carpet, and the breeze spread it open

5. By Allah, days have passed by my side
Increasing loss, though in their splendor was life

6. It was not that Yazid was my goal and his coldness
Rather, my aim was to look upon the flowers