1. Where are you leading, O guide of the saddlebags,
Now that the mounted one has journeyed far?

2. Gardens like the cheeks of maidens in bloom,
Waters like cascades of pearls that sparkle and cool.

3. Turn your mounts that way, away from us,
So we may fold up the width of the meadows and leave.

4. And in that valley of carnelians is a gazelle
Who hunts the wild goats even as they graze and hunt.