1. I recalled Layla when a dove sang,
But how can I attain Layla when my heart is sick?

2. She who dwells in Najran is of Yemen,
While you are an Iraqi far away.

3. Beyond Layla is an abandoned camp,
Whose echo answers when it calls out.

4. The flock of wild doves wanders about confused,
When the sea of kin stirs and beckons.

5. She roams the desert vigorously,
A heavenly one eager for success.

6. She races the wind as it weaves her sail,
With loved ones on either side waving.

7. With visitors in the mornings and others
Leaving in the cool of night.

8. She raced and so did the flock until sated,
Remembering chicks left behind.

9. They filled their craws fearing no harm
From traveling or incurable wounds.

10. They set out to meet the light lead
By the eager and towering group.

11. To a three month old chick in the waste, as though
His sides were wounded by the poison's blaze.

12. She kept feeding him sips of medicine,
As dawn's first glow and left overs sustain him.