1. Where is the sand dune not where I am
With what's in it of the wine of sailing, joyous

2. Eyes like kohl so if they descended
With their glances an instant not a breast for an instant

3. To the beauties of the sand I surrendered my infatuation
And in them compulsion, deadly ones, and gazelles

4. If I want poetry, I recite it in their presence
For in them for the poet's heart a devilish temptation