1. O powerful quarter, speak!
The valleys have quenched you with pools from above,

2. Springs and a driving swiftness lead its vigor,
The heat of the morning breeze in the shining slope,

3. And you are but what I see after I see
The hand of the Alive in the dress with my eyes flourishing,

4. A raven calling on a day when neither the heart senses its reason
Nor the people who have met on the road straight,

5. May the raven of separation be evil for it has long
Made me suffer with the pretentiousness of the devious raven,

6. For long I have intended the caravan of youth
And fancied the tempting devil of flirtation,

7. And I have cured the wound of the heart with wishes
And with a glance, if they would offer it taken aback,

8. And they made me drink the cup of love and I made them drink
The softness of the folds, sweetly sneering,

9. And tinkling that reveals a smiling one
Like the light of blisters, good to taste,

10. If she wipes herself after enjoyment from the morning,
Pipes from fragrant wood, tattooed,

11. I would water the dishevelment of the water-skin
Noisily with the Iraq hose clapping,

12. So if I tasted her mouth after the dew has fallen
With my shoulder, with the mouth of Raddah speaking,

13. I would smell the green perfumed grove
And the light of blisters in the dewy spotted,

14. She has shone with a face whose cheek
Shone like the house of Iraq adorned.