1. O Lord, I do not invoke Mayas as Aus invoked her,
Nor Zuhair's invocation at dawn;

2. The soul seeks refuge in a body created for it,
Fearing the desert's annihilation;

3. The pilgrims' zeal at Mina is like
Their threading of precious pearls;

4. They grope in scorching haze for a mirage of maidens,
And leave at dawn the garden's greenery.