1. For whom are the dwellings by the excavations
A stinking mud or a butcher’s wares,

2. They appear wavering as if they were nomadic
While in the past they were in raging storms

3. They remained while those who inhabited them did not
The slender waisted, flashes of unsheathed swords

4. Courtyards of cattle and bundles of aromatic plants
A wasteland that may satisfy others than the destitute

5. After the fans and the isolated abodes as if they are
The confused track of foxes, inaccessible from behind

6. And the racers at nightfall everyday
Paunches of the camels as if they were cisterns

7. And the feminine listeners during drinking as if they are
Tawny gazelles, soft complexioned

8. And the gatherings in which mysteries move about
Like jinn with no garments of prestige

9. And when the north wind blows at nightfall
It hurls the houses with dry wood

10. We found them with their chambers
Raised for the guest at the arrival of the left side

11. In a session where they recite every uncouth poem
In a gathering, august, without lutes

12. And a wedding where hearts are filled with awe
Of it and reveal hidden secrets

13. He approaches them with purposes at nightfalls
And pots they pass around

14. Until when the dawn tore its cover
For the tribe, they ignited the sights

15. Their wives pretended as they imagined
And went to give glad tidings to their birds with dust

16. And they set out looking and a rider turned away
With sagging lips and fallen mane

17. They crossed the width of the earth without deviation
As if its expanse is a meadow for them

18. Then they did what they did and left them
Unmarried, absent, hidden from sight