1. I remembered you while the sandgrouses were like
The shade of the wealthy and the misery of the destitute

2. And Al-Shawsh was between Mujaddal in his coat of mail
And us and Mu’affar in his coat of mail

3. So I imagined I was in a bright morning
With the light of your face or a moonlit evening

4. And the ground of struggle was fragrant as though
The scent of musk was opened for us with ambergris