1. In the deep valley at dawn
Wearing two coats of resin and clay

2. I tended to her when I said "Fatten me up"
Not being stingy or resentful

3. I doubted her fatigue as night fell dark
She let out a loud, raspy groan

4. With a palm that earns more than a youth with dyed hair
Of drooping temple and blunt horns

5. We have promises in her eyes
That address us in the lowering of eyelids

6. As if the rising sun approaches us
Walking in necklaces of jasmine

7. I say to my she-camel when she reaches me
“You have become auspicious to me”

8. I did not make you an offering for sacrifice
Nor say “Gleam with the blood of slaughter”

9. You are prohibited to harsh conditions and journeys
And the belts of travelers and valley-dwellers