1. I swear by the arrow of the bright doe eyes
So bright are the eyes like the bright stars

2. Teeth like Indian swords ready to kill
As if every eyelid is an arrow of fate

3. The morning breeze shook its branches, shook
The branches of the bending willow

4. Its figure does not fit in an embrace
Nor does its fold reveal a piece of sky

5. The breeze conveyed its conversation
So I was inflamed with love in the cool air

6. And it betrays, in the support of its friend
To Najd, so how can it be trusted

7. And I swear your refusal to visit the sick
Stumbling with fallen expectations

8. Except that in it from the eyelids is their sickness
And from the lips, the healing of the young maid

9. And in my soul that is close to it is its imagination
And its place of visitation, my distant eye

10. It gifted its smiles in the morning
And before it, it cast its braids upon the darkness

11. I cannot forget, I cannot forget the agony of parting and its glance
I fear extinction in my extinction

12. It stopped, the stopping of tears, then walked to
The goodbye, the walk of love in the entrails

13. And love in the entrails is an ember
That flares while in the eyelids are sprinkles of water

14. I swear by the lion of its band, the doe of India
Fell short without its caring mothers

15. They protected the firewood similar to it
For the brown place is short of the brown stature

16. And they cursed the houses of grapevines
Then they chose for it the branches in the groves