1. I imprison thoughts above the meadows
Like calves or some sheep

2. How much we cried the long nights, not with drizzle of
Tears, but with poring rain of a downpour

3. We poured our tears red with the sand
The day we smelled the shrines red with sand

4. While the pilgrims circumambulated and chanted
And we were left behind in the house disheveled

5. They aroused passions in the hearts that strayed
Sorceresses of alluring glances, evil

6. Swaying waists, dignified
Fluttering eyelids, wild mistresses

7. Reclining languidly over mounts
Each curled lock imagined a gazelle's eyelash

8. Severing the rope of union
Clinging to ropes of hay