1. For you, from lightning that flashed, I bid farewell
And shook hands with a drawing in Al Udhayb as a landmark

2. When we pulled each other into private talk
I wept over the ruling of passion, and he smiled

3. I did not hug the lightning of clouds, but rather
I put my hands over my heart, hurt

4. And nothing bothered me but the rustling of scrolls
And the melody of a dove in the clouds, singing

5. And an oryx that passion shook, not the morning breeze
And the sparrow chirped at dawn, so it sang

6. I confide in her, complain to her, and she complains
And the interpreter translated her, so he understood

7. Yearning sheds tears and dew freezes
And it seemed to my eyes that they would yearn and freeze

8. And it suffices you that a young man cried and a dove
So that neither knew which of the two felt more passion

9. And when the roofs of a house appeared to me
I saw myself enlivening that place, confused

10. A painful sting of passion hurt me
I forgot about beautiful patience, hurt

11. So I surrendered a heart that passion blew upon at night
And I told the tears in my eyes to come help

12. I unleashed my tears and eyelids falling
So a secret was revealed that I had not opened my mouth about

13. And I rode my camels where passion blew upon me
So I greeted what was between the sand dune and the lava field

14. And I kissed the facade of the house, loving its people
And whoever finds only barren land purifies himself

15. And my riding camels knelt, and passion evokes passion
So I did not see anyone but a desperate man in Taimaa

16. So here I am with the darkness and wakefulness as company
Stretching to us the palms of resolve, every determined one

17. I observe the stars of night, loving its full moon
And I am not as the evil-minded one assumed, a fortune-teller

18. And nothing preoccupied me but the smile of an elder
I denied for her the face of a young woman frowning

19. So I excused a raven splitting white hair
And in the days of youth it was intensely black

20. So, many long sighs, then sighs for aging
I cried over the days of youth through her blood

21. And the mirror of my eyes and hearing tarnished
So I do not find things as they were back then

22. And is there trust in the earth that would keep a bag
If two companions betrayed me, they themselves

23. As if the smile of dawn did not rip me open with bending
And I did not sip from a mouth untouched by blames

24. And I did not incline toward a beautiful one shaking her braid
And pulling the excess of her long tress

25. And I did not sneak away from her, riding the dawn all gray
While I came in passion, riding the pitch-dark night

26. And the wind did not pull me into the excess of a cloak
I wore in it the garb of youth marked