1. No Bedouin woman thrown by the turns of fate
Far from the place she never thought she'd be

2. Longed for the tents of her people, or a tent
In Nejd, but was denied what she longed for.

3. When she recalls pure water, its taste,
And the chilled pebbles from deep cisterns, she moans

4. With greater torment than mine, though my soul
Roasts within me for what it has moaned for.

5. The winds that once carried a traveler between us
Have slackened and slept.