1. Slow down your camel at their abodes
Until I bid my soul farewell, atop the soil

2. O guide of camels, do you not see
My tears have written lines atop my cheek

3. After flowing copiously red
How good was our life at Al-Abraq

4. The hand of separation did not touch our bond
After they left, my heart was inflamed and I yearned

5. Why does time not help me be reunited
My eyes beholding them and delighting in the sight

6. By Allah, my thoughts have not narrated
Of nights past that were intimate to us

7. Except that tears furrowed my eyelids
And when I turned my vision to others

8. Passion pulled the reigns of my gaze, deceitful
When I stood at the ruins of the encampment

9. I weep and ask about them in agony
An intimate called to me with an aching heart

10. They moved from the homelands after gathering
And left it empty of them, desolate