1. O messenger, convey my greetings to Hind, though she be far,
For my heart has pined for her since the encampment moved on.

2. I've not seen, since that moment we parted, a fairer woman,
Gracefully strolling amongst her own folk.

3. She came between comrades, walking with the gait
Of a delicate gazelle, softer than they.

4. In the early morn she appears, face unveiled, shimmering,
Bearing a mirror and kohl stick in hand.

5. She gestured to me shyly as I stood there,
Dazzled by the radiance of dawn upon her beauty.

6. And she said “Keep your distance, cousin, for I am promised
To a jealous, violent man who would be angered."