1. O my joy when we turned the camels' faces
Toward the loved ones, hurriedly and eagerly,

2. Urging them on, though they would not hasten from their pace,
Yet longing has a spur other than camels.

3. O you who were remote, he drew near you and his passions
Spent the night close to love, yearning and disquiet.

4. If your absence from the loved ones has grown long
Your absence from receiving news has not grown long.

5. Has not time quenched its thirst with the infatuated, crazed one,
Whose heart pours towards the infatuated, crazed one?

6. Live in hope and expect the nearness of their abode,
Perhaps your soul will remain with hope.

7. You yearn for Iraq and those in it; we have no likeness
Except drawing near to books and messengers.

8. And you find comfort in a blowing wind,
Imagining the loved ones coming to us unhurriedly.

9. If it blows long, it will convey to us
Their breeze across a sandy plane, no hills or mountains.

10. And we hope for a state of gathered union,
With the two encampments - for time has its rounds.