1. The time of departure drew near, so a darling bid me farewell,
Her eyelids conveyed to me a message of peace,

2. And she looked between the cheeks as if she were
A sun peering through the clouds' midst.

3. She complained of the tenderness of youth and passion
With tears that spoke without words,

4. Like the sands of a dune where the heat mirage
Shimmers between the motley grasses and sands.

5. Until when summer pitched its canopy,
She rested in the shade of an arâkah-tree and perfumed herbs.