1. The blamers persist, though some blaming is fruitless,
And from India returned a love unceasing,

2. As Uhud's valley was overturned, its deterrence renewed
With a marsh whose sides bear litters,

3. At evening she said, "Absence of home has split my head,
So between us no meeting but through a reconciler,"

4. And I miss no places, but miss a session
For us once therewith, at the turn of the lodgings,

5. By a palm tree between two palm trees that shelter us
From spying eyes, the chill wind of the cooking pots.