1. The dwelling became desolate, so I listened,
Of the houses of Asma nothing left but traces and ruins.

2. And rain washed away all tracks of the encampment,
Leaving only tent pegs like fiery stakes.

3. I stood there asking her about those I once knew,
While generations of men before me had asked the same.

4. I weep and my companions rebuke me, but still
A stubborn heart prevails, and tears flow freely.

5. I said, since they blame me, I will withdraw from them,
For I speak truly of what they dislike.

6. I was not the first seized by sorrow,
To weep in anguish over traces and ruins.

7. They blamed and spoke out, but I did as they did,
For they blamed my love for Asma, those blamers!

8. Had they felt what I felt for Asma,
They too would have been distracted by love.

9. But they are rabble unable to understand,
While amongst people are thieves and bandits.

10. She is like a shy gazelle, alluring,
Of soft glance and languid eyes.

11. When she turns to rest behind her are men
Who will not leave her side.

12. Smooth of cheek, dark-lipped, perfumed,
Her ankles without sound of bangles.