1. A love from beneath the tail of fate
A ray like the ornament of the noble one

2. It restored the pattern of the garment of passion
But it soon collapsed, nearly fallen

3. And it rose in the wings of the night clouds
A bright morning, nearly gone

4. It is the fire worshipped not for prayers
To it we profess not for devotion

5. But its radiance is an illusion
With the batted eyelash of my happiness

6. I recalled the fragrance of Najd and honor
The scent of fragrance after nightfall

7. It renewed my longing behind my ribs
Yes, for the ruins after their taking in ruins

8. And who do I have but my happiness?
When she is veiled behind distant view

9. We blame the raven and howl of wolves
And puffs of mist and tread of rain

10. It strips the beard with blows
And distracts it from its blows with jest

11. It hurls its legs like arrows
And flexes its frames like a bow

12. With the roar the innards of its intestines
Complained to the riders the impact of the buckets