1. Your charm is memories of water,
And visions of its secluded playgrounds.

2. You ignited a yearning I felt,
My son, you have woven it well.

3. So I went asking all those,
Who I met, who knew you,

4. About these gentle gazelles,
And the shy doe eyes,

5. Are they from Salad or do you think,
They are from Irbid?

6. I thought you were one of the soldiers,
Of Abu Hanik, oh my son!

7. So you glanced at me angrily, and did not allow,
A chance for greeting.

8. So I went away from you folding,
What Allah knows best to fold,

9. And that I who cries over you,
With blood in my generous tears.

10. I swear by Mahes, and Al-Fayhees,
And At-Tafeelah and Ath-Thania,

11. And the blood of the virtuous Ibn Shahwan,
And the death of the unwilling soul.

12. None but you made my heart flutter,
And stir, oh youth!

13. God was helping your people,
Oh girl of Bani Atiyyah,

14. Who were feeding people, and folding them,
In the bad year,

15. When its plateaus poured on them winter,
And its monasteries affliction,

16. And the slopes of abundant Sheehan,
With all generous bounty.

17. The Franks and their companions,
Have no precedence over it.

18. So today I stood dedicating,
My energy of poetry,

19. And shedding in its plains,
The remainder of my tears.