1. She watered her abode where intentions settled
With a bucket whose rope was ripped and knotted

2. And I, when heading elsewhere, inclined
To her verses, twisting my way

3. For I find in them the tune of a lover
And tears running bloody from my lament

4. So if you spurn me one day though your heart obeys
Mine is empty, to it unyielding and locked

5. I swore by the Lord of those standing at nightfall
On Arafat, mounts rumbling and bleating

6. With howdahs swaying towards a throng soft-stepping
Some moaning, some bleating mournfully

7. And the old she-camel they slew in Mina
Has between those stones a bloodied resting place

8. And at the House refugees sought its corner
After the pilgrims, another pilgrim circled

9. And when they completed their rites, bid it adieu
Their provisions too scant through its straits to pass through

10. My love for you comes straight from my heart
So time cannot make it budge or break through

11. If they blame it, it grows intense in yearning
Stirring passion beyond what I can subdue

12. How can blame help when my love appears
Embedded between my ribs, interwoven and true?