1. They tucked the flowers in chambers and domes
And walked in the hair of the night and grew young

2. The eyelid twisted its years so it sprang up
Thinking the army was mounted horsemen

3. They made wings the comb of dawn but
Did not travel from the lovely gazelle her veil

4. When dawn disappeared into the night like
A Yemeni sword that pierced the scabbard

5. And the bow of a crescent sometimes bent
We saw it shoot an arrow we thought a shooting star

6. My heart only bid farewell to my skin
The day I bid farewell to Sulayma and the flute

7. She was veiled in her light and garden
So I saw the sun veiled from the sun

8. A red garden dripping sweat
As the wind rustled the bushes

9. The breath of morning blew its embers
To blaze in the water aflame

10. And the cheek flowed over its first
As you embroidered the line of writing