1. I knocked at a tent, with no guide
Except the fragrant old eastern breeze

2. He stood up to me, frightened, crying out
While the night was as dark as obsidian

3. When he saw my face before him
He spoke, no longer frightened

4. And said, are you from Tamim? I said no
Rather, I am from the living people of Yemen

5. He got up from his abode, and drew near
Like the pacing of a restless camel

6. He poured for it a drink, lighting up
The Euphrates for it, to Oman

7. I saw the thing, when protected, grow pure
While the decrease of wine is in the containers

8. Except a hue, beauty of clear complexion
And a soul that is pure, though the body perishes