1. Two repentant ones from Khuza'ah in the sands,
Whose beauty shone like the dawn's gentle light,

2. Mocking the necks of wealth in every pleasure,
Not heeding the words of chiding maidens.

3. A noble man quick of hand that trembles with dew
As a sword trembled in the palms of polishings.

4. I gave her the shade of a furled Syrian cloak
A chaste maiden taken captive from Babylon.

5. Of a generous stock whose seal was unbroken,
And not defiled in the bellies of grindings.

6. Her summers and winters come upon her,
And a midwife succeeds a midwife for her.

7. You see the cup passing between us as though
It shuttled between us with the most noble.

8. It did not stop until the dawn brought it around
And it carried us into every right and wrong.

9. Between one laid out overflowing in death
And one leaning his head to the side in decline.

10. When I saw the dawn bare its face,
And the bells of darkness toll in the temples,

11. I started to rouse him, calling him by name,
And he answered sluggishly and heavily:

12. "May my soul ransom you, and my family,
And every singing cricket and sand grouse ransom you.

13. Do you not see the light of dawn and its brilliance?
Do you not hear the cooing of the roving doves?

14. Rise, greet the morn, and shake off its intoxication,
For nothing compares to the hastening dawn."

15. He did not stop until he tasted it reluctantly,
Restoring his spirit to his limbs.

16. Until he sang blithely and merrily
The song of love's master, prolific and fertile.

17. Oh my two friends, crooked of heart,
Weep with the bereaved in their homes.