1. I yearn to meet my father Ali
Yet he refuses to yearn for me

2. The winds have unveiled themselves to us until
We grew weary of the whiteness of the chaste sands

3. The cheeks of the maidens turned yellow the day
Their sun-like faces told of my yellowness

4. A river in which waves frolic
Like the frolicking of horses in clouds of dust

5. When the sun turns yellow upon it, we pass
Stirring the water blending with perfume

6. As if the water were land made of clay
Covered in panels of dewiness

7. And trees laden with goblets
Laughing in redness and greenness

8. Whenever we see the sky in a river
Bestowing upon it the stars of heaven

9. We visited it so the winds’ fire would suffice
Not regretting my shameful weakness and fire