1. From the abode whose western walls brought you grief when you departed,
Your eyes rained pure tears as the sun set in the west.

2. The weaving winds of the south were forgiving, and every trail in the valley flowed west.
The crescent lay within its bounds, a hilal amid the abode illuminated by the western twilight.

3. I stood with friends asking about its trace, our eyes spilling tears towards the sunset.
Ruins telling of dwellers, needing the downpour from the abode its west had sent.

4. I say, as transience built its nest and absence took my people, and the west claimed them.
Your accustomed meadows watered by the showers of spring, gliding over the dunes as the west winds blow.

5. On a night like the days of separation, its canopy over me as the west lit the stars,
I walk among the flowers of stars swimming in a sea of darkness the west set in motion.

6. My roving glances like shooting stars captured forever in the flow of the west.
I recalled meeting my beloved though between us the dunes of Hejaz and its west.

7. Remembrance kindled in me flames of ardour, my eyes now hurling their tears west.
Until dawn drew its sword and the west's starry scabbard was sheathed,

8. The stars of night fell vanquished, as if the west's cup poured over them.
The army of dawn came sheathing its sword in the throat of gloom as the west fled away.

9. The Pleiades twittered above the stalks in a meadow the clouds' dew from the west covered.
A circling moon it dressed, which when rising the west unveiled for all to see.

10. My slim beloved, his mouth a chain of zephyrs that cure all ills when the west blows.
Cheeks pouring, eyes flickering magic, showing you the sheen of pearls when the west prays.

11. A youth clothed in bounty with awe, though his opponent snarls to contest it, cursing the west.
To you came my untamed ode though the journey and its west could not subdue it.

12. O you who climbed the pinnacle with thought that pierced as deep as the west's lion's.
Subtler than twilight that enthralls, sweeter than lips imbued with honey by the west.

13. If one day it chanced upon ghilman, it would not be like ruins drowned by Maysun's west.
Rather loftily it soars, however long the abode's rain poured from the west.

14. It never sang like doves at dawn, nor shone like the world’s face when lit by the west.