1. In the dusk at Ufayr I visited, while the hand of fate
Spread its fingers to encompass it.

2. And I had the imprint of the shirt clinging
To it with the tenacity of fever, subduing it.

3. I turned away from the cows of Sarima in the west,
And terror had thinned its specters with anguish.

4. It was as if she had cast a spell on it when she was rescued
From it by glances that would not cease their coveting.

5. And she transformed into drops on his shining skin
Until she extinguished their souls with her eyes.