1. I yearn for a meeting with my father Ali
Yet he refuses to yearn for my company

2. The winds have uncovered us until
We grew weary of the radiance of the white pearls

3. The faces of the slender ones turned yellow the day
Their sun-like faces told of my yellowness

4. And a river in which the waves play
Like the prancing of horses in swirling dust

5. When the sun turns yellow over it, we left
To draw water, mixing it with perfume

6. As if the water was earth made of clay
Covered in sheets of blossoms

7. And trees laden with goblets
Laughing in redness and greenness

8. If we saw the sky in a river
Bestowing it the stars of Aljanar

9. We visited, for the wind's fire suffices
I disdain not the shame of my cloak and fire