1. At dawn the tents and camp broke down,
My heart is pledged to Zainab in pain.

2. I complain to Bakr as she grieves for her,
Her camels with slender hips marching on high.

3. They said they would pass the day and night there,
To rest a while before hastening on.

4. Until they crossed the valley's entirety,
A dreadful path appeared before them.

5. I came upon them at nightfall risking much,
Wary of friends, hearing not a thing.

6. I advanced hiding my pace in disguise,
Brother of secrecy walks masked from view.

7. I came when after toil they lay to rest,
Before or after laying down from the journey.

8. There were three, in their midst a maiden,
Like a cloud, her beauty displayed in grace.

9. I knew her form, none would deny,
The sun's rays in the moment they rise.

10. She implored "I beg you, most kind Lubab, was it not,
Great sorrow, of which my words tell?"

11. Yes, I replied, amazed when I met her,
"Would that we could share in your sorrow!"