1. She came to you before dawn, penetrating
A morning breeze for her in the undulation of her journey, restless

2. She passed by the edge of the valley, so when she walked
Najdiyyah, her scarf was lost, fragrant

3. She was carried from the bend of the litter, a soul
That almost burnt the branches of acacia

4. Ailing, she made my ailing heart sick with what
In her folds, of a tale spread by burning

5. Lightning flashed from my pillow, her sleepliness,
And from it valleys and lightning poured

6. Or did the passionate specter touch you so
Since the heat of souls covered you, sweating

7. Rather, you have lost the tears of the eye, so poured out
What the specter pours out morning, whose nature is restless

8. O people of passion! You have not found what I have found in you
Of morning drink and separation - they did not love

9. Why do I see the night has grayed its tresses
And the darkness cleared from its dawn, bare

10. The wild rose with tassels bent, its cloaks
And the fresh leafiness dressed it, green

11. The air pierces the expanse, fragrant
As if the aroma of Nadd is burning in it

12. No doubt the morning breeze has brought news
The universes became certain of its sincerity, agreeing