1. A spindle does not graze in the land of Tabala,
Neither arak tree nor soft sidr which it lacks,

2. And it grazes there the two cool times then the resting place,
Acacias bending over it are its shade,

3. As if the exhaled breath of the flexuous Doe has come,
Tears of a passionate lover poured its drink,

4. It follows the bends of the arak at its resting place,
Near the lover it bares its two sides by its union,

5. Aiming at the meadow of the guitar in passion,
So from it there are isthmuses flooded in its torrent,

6. More beautiful than Layla and Layla in her likeness,
When her veils were removed on an eid day,

7. And his mention after adolescence flourishing,
Turning away it turned away and turned away its union,

8. I swore by pilgrims from Oman who lodged,
At two wells in Al-Batha its luggage thrown down,

9. They lead she-camels among them in the evening,
And blond turning grey which majesty covers it,

10. Among them are devotees of an ascetic worshipper,
Passing along the back of the camel in its litter,

11. If Ja’far returns to us their breasts,
With goodness and does not turn away their apparition,

12. Then I preferred and Allah willed that I shall be brought,
To Allah the destination of the Caliph and his attainment.