1. My camels longed for the sight of her tents, so they marched ahead
To visit the gardens that lie within.

2. But as for me - by the light in her eyes I swear -
I had no wish but to glimpse her cheeks' bloom.

3. Until, grazing amid the sands of noonday heat
And between the arms of wind-blown dunes,

4. Spring gifted vegetation while she granted me
The saliva of maidens in secluded bows.