1. By him whose resting place formed three hillocks -
A spring which quenched the thirst of his two sand hills -

2. I dashed against the cheek of the earth until
The reins slackened in their pressing haste -

3. An enduring imprint which appeared
Like a faint tattoo -

4. And which spring set aflame and kindled
As she unloosed her dishevelled tresses -

5. Her pastor well-nigh clothed in a robe
Of dew the ascetic wove for him -

6. A haunt of slender-waisted damsels where is heard
The gentle croon of the lute -

7. When the breezes of Tabut breathed o’er it
And the airs from Hulayy -

8. I know not if the hearts of birds
Were drawn to its berries or its breast -

9. I recalled there Sulayma and tears streamed
Down my cheeks in torrents for her sake -

10. My passion grazed her cheek and so overcome
Was she that tears rebelled against her -

11. And here am I, miserly in my love
Yet bountiful in passion for it -

12. And the tall, white, perfumed Qurashi
Brought me greater joy than any other -

13. And he continued to taunt me with copious tears
Met by a loving face -

14. And your weeping is enough; my eyes
Saw those tears and the hermit wept -