1. Beyond the fever and sand, who will redeem him?
A flock that hunts the lion, the eyes of its eye.

2. Of every herd of ailments that adorn it
A nape that sways with the breeze and its tenderness.

3. And the warbler of the armored feathers, when it flew
Were the antelopes of the egg the blacks of its eyelids.

4. And the zephyr leaned into his stature and inclined him
And the zephyr on the day of fever into its branches.

5. Oh heart's respite from the pain of passion
Far be you from my malady and the bitterness of its burial.

6. Let not the living wadi of winding deceive you
For the Samharis are a law of their own.

7. Beware of that place, even if it allures
My brother the young man, doubt creeps in his intention.

8. For his pigeons are like his disgrace, his antelopes
Like his lions, and his companion like his den.