1. In a town unafraid though fearful,
Dusty are its sides,

2. You can hear jinn musicians playing in it,
At dawn, its lions are terrified,

3. Fear makes the heart climb but
Its companion cannot rest easily,

4. I tasked it to bring news hastily
With commotion, its shoulders are shaking,

5. It watches the threshed harvest when
Migrating, its locusts do not diminish,

6. With unwavering honesty, its eyelash
Wards off motes, its eyebrow arches,

7. That while the friend reached Sahbaa’
With sides of smooth sand,

8. Like the blood of slaughtered sheep when
Its drinker sips it,

9. It crept until it betrayed him
With madness, and its captor gave up,

10. From what you see, it restrains its speech
And suppresses inside what defeats it,

11. Soon you saw it, speech failed
And its wonders were hurried.