1. O Dar Kabsha, you have not changed
With the southern side of wooden stakes and bundles of palm fronds

2. With southern porches covered in moss
It weakly aroused in me tears of remembrance

3. With it walk the heels of ostriches as though they are
Young she-camels bleating yellow

4. And the small domes of Ma'rib whose rain I desired
In a remote spring of springs originating

5. With pillars built on shaky ground
Leaning over steps scattered

6. And it came when the seductions reached their peak
Sticky yet not fertile nor inhabited

7. A heart bored, the fringes of its throne
Repel worms with broken rotten pieces

8. Hollow, so when shaken it hums gently
Like the humming of a spindle by the flowers

9. So they visited from its folds and courtyard
And pure tent like veiled women

10. Tied with its noseband and extra rein
In an extra amount of intertwined thick mud

11. So I sent it to chase the enemy after
The life of fire became difficult for the enlightened one

12. An old naughty she-camel whose defective merchandise was displayed
And as if its canine teeth were with the lost

13. Two stagnant ponds on the edges of the chisel
And as if my ride above the hunch of a trotter

14. Galloping the dunes of the daughters of the dunes
It no longer neighs for it

15. And I saw its trotter swift like burning coal
Smooth the stupidity of the difficult contrary to it

16. And contrary to it like squeezing the pressed caliph
Running the side of the shoulder from its sides

17. Neither too fast out of breath nor too slow
Braying nonsense its words pouring

18. Arrogant like the spinning of monks with yellow robes
Its saddlebags cover the utensils of its milk

19. Steaming as if there were pots on them steaming