1. Your madness, mother, and the talk is yearning
Gazelles of Wadi Sir, houris' eyes

2. And I am fond of them even if the prime of youth has fled
And their youth enchants the infatuated

3. Salma with radiant charm
Lightning and wet earth softens

4. So by the Lord of dancers to Mina
The branches must bloom

5. And I will see in the blush of her cheek
Your cheeks redden, O aloeswood

6. Quenching the pact and youth now grey
Its clothes and I, infatuated by you

7. My tresses did not whiten with age and
Did not creep upon me though passions grew

8. Do you remember your play and diversion
With you and life being as I want it to be

9. The prime of youth may have fled but youth
Weeps for me for I am destitute

10. I sold in pursuing passion its meadows
And was miserly about it as if I was the duped one

11. And I followed Salma when her tribe's abodes
Were filled with her glances and ecstasy

12. Indeed the ruins that hovered over
Or around those who harbored suspicions

13. In their oasis, quarter and tears
If they were truthful even when they cried

14. Salma even if you glance angrily at me
Eyes have taken the place of eyes

15. Salma by the Lord of dancers to Mina
In me is longing and yearning for youth

16. And the confusion of old age whose tremors
Trembled and flowed over its banks tranquilly

17. Still has room for a loved one's passion
So leave your love to gently flow upon my essence