1. For whom did the curves grow on their stalks,
And the men sharpened them behind their backs,

2. They travelled like the full moons in their prime,
Rising beautifully at dawn in their reckoning,

3. I followed them with my gaze when they bore
The impassable mirages plowing their illusion,

4. Why is the curving bow not reaching
My love to its love through its cause,

5. Oh, how I wish I knew what Tahwim meant
By the title she gave the day after her rebuke,

6. Regrets upon regrets for kissing the one
Whose buds were under her veil,

7. The fire of sadness finds pleasure in its torment,
Restless and unwearied of its painful torment,

8. A sun that sparkles and brightens her face
With light amidst her tents and dwellings when she travels

9. And she has gentle, smooth curves like
The branches, better than her imploring,

10. And he was jealous of the beauty of her beauty
If she greeted him with her jewellery and clothes,

11. And he was jealous of her toothbrush in the morning if
He saw her holding it to brush her teeth,

12. Why should I spend my life among kinsmen
Who bring me down in their minds,

13. She never sought, throughout her life,
Except to get her food and drink,

14. She was blind to manners until she became
Forbidden, in that, from manners,

15. And rides that drive away boredom when they pass,
So it flies like an eagle in the expanse of its boredom,

16. It crossed vast distances until it folded
From the length of the ruin and construction of her buildings,

17. We arrived, roaming it, crossing the plains, shaken
With joy at the hope on its backs,

18. Heading towards Himyar, the crowned one,
The sun of glories, its full moons and comets,

19. A king whose gifts pour unto the delegates like
The rains falling through the midst of their clouds,

20. His wealth does not settle, as if
Among them he called out to separation in its cawing,

21. He knew the crafts, so he chose their praiseworthiness
As a treasure, and turned away from the prayers of its caves,

22. The virgins of women proposed to him, because
They found him the most worthy of people for their courting,

23. And likewise the horses know that he
Is the most worthy of all people for riding them,

24. And when the kings see him one day, they bow
Before him with their heads and necks,

25. O best one I found blessedness in him
Enveloped in its majesty and kin,

26. The banner of glory never shone once
Unless you were the worthiest of it amongst mankind,

27. Were it not for you, the world would not have settled one day,
Nor cast its pearls upon its companions,