1. With the ruins of Wajrah time has effaced their features
And after friends have gone it is desolate and dreary

2. Throughout the ages loom their battlements
As patterns on a girl's hand glow and teary

3. I stood amidst them while my eye enveloped the haze
Like that of a sprightly gazelle unweary

4. Thus did yearning surge in mother of Nawfal’s son
And memory of a soul its every whim and vagary

5. With me it has attained beyond what it has wished
In absent covetousness or fondest reverie

6. If shared amongst passion’s kin, it takes the whole
And nothing to its partner goes in parity