1. As if the Zaydi's daughter, when I met her
Hunayda, Makhoold's teary eyes shine

2. She herds the cowardly flouncing ibex
Sipping from the strays, hanging on

3. And I told her one day in Mubaish valley
Isn’t every goat herd other than yours set free

4. One day to come upon a generous king
Who’d take the money or donate graciously

5. And after I forgot her, she reminded me
Of lands rained over, dripping wet

6. With mocking neighbor’s hems, as if their outlines
Were maker's slices in gilded leather