1. My steed carried me across Euphrates and Tigris
And came to call you, but found no way across

2. So now turn back, O Ali, the way you came
For going forward proved impossible, go back

3. And I implore, may none attempt to match it
In your love I endured, or did not endure

4. She said, and kings had sent betrothal gifts
But my dowry is none but you, so be the jewel of another

5. It did no harm but plotting of Tai'
Against us, the exalted, out of envy

6. Camels tomorrow will depart from her
Beautiful, though many details much