1. What care I for the lofty mountain when
All desire is a perfumed hill,

2. Shrouded in the land of Syria as though
The rain clouds with their showers were still,

3. It remained the resting place for my eyes until
When my temples were adorned with starry signs of old age.

4. I left it and withdrew from it, but never
Withdrew my love, for the noble one is noble.

5. When I remember those who camped on its plains
And they, though the paths of purpose diverge, I rave.

6. The earth and the firmament spin as if
I were dizzy or stung by a hornet.