1. As if the daughter of Zaydi when I met her one day
Was Like Hind bent with weeping, eyes overflowing

2. She was herding a gazelle, shaking its coat
Drinking from a lost one’s waterskin, clinging to it

3. And I said to him one day in Mabayadh valley
“Is not every goat, except your goat, set free?

4. One day it will meet a generous king
Who will take it as wealth or give charity”

5. And it reminded me of her, after I’d forgotten her
A land where abundant rains pour down

6. In the bosom of critics, as if its outlines
Were etched by a craftsman on gilded leather

7. I stood by it as the sun neared setting
And yearning stirred in those who yearn

8. After a little, when she hurried me for an answer
I resigned myself and tears began to flow

9. Neither can the house bring her near to me but as a phantom
Nor does love for her diminish with remoteness