1. To Khawla in ruined abodes from gathered hills
And in the foothills an established and endurable abode

2. Its squares her squares and its summer home
Waters from honored springs which pebbles are cast into

3. So rain did not cease from a spring or summer
Upon her abode where she settled, with permanent residence

4. The south wind passed by her, then the northern wind blew
Whenever a wayfarer touched down, an unsettled one halted

5. As if the rooms in it lost their squares
And a refuge when its thunder shakes them, they huddle

6. It has a smooth liver of climbing plants
That their intertwining ropes have not come undone

7. If I say, does a lover attain rest in Lubana?
Then the affairs of love pass from the first Khawla

8. And complaining has not increased you except to one who denies
You remain weeping by him, but he has no shelter

9. When will you see a day of her abode
Even if a year passes, the eye becomes bleary or confused

10. So say to the specter of Hanchaliya, return
To her, for I am a continuous rope of one who is united

11. Verily, I only weep for a day I faced
With intense cold, all that came after was decline

12. When what is inevitable comes, then welcome
To it when it comes, no lies and no excuses

13. Verily, I drank the blackness of your condition
How abundant my tears from the drink! How abundant!

14. So do not recognize me if I called upon you
Like one calling to heedlessness, unanswered and unceasing