1. O home of Asma, I have become emaciated from yearning
Like a tattoo or the distressed imam raising his voice

2. While every bleating goat from it is unblemished
And every young gazelle is slender and delicate

3. Every morning breeze has ruined it
And every raging wind scattering the dust is a weaver

4. Nothing of it remains visible
Except its landmarks, like ink on pages unerased

5. By it Asma's name has been preserved
While time plays tricks and makes loud noises

6. My love for it has clung without end between us
With no need for incense or perfumes

7. Asma's days are delicate, smooth
Like the climb up a hill on a soft carpet

8. Filled with fragrant herbs, it pleases the eye
Like the sun in its orb radiating light

9. It is a drink of pure water
In a pot on coals of blazing heat

10. I gave it to drink once and it pleased my hearing
I thought none of my friends could be so pleasing

11. For in it is the vigor of youth and beauty in a river
Of sweet life, gurgling as it flows

12. It has gathered clouds until, when it is pleased with them
They lengthen upon it without end

13. It blinds the guide even in the darkness of its valleys
And the thickening sap cloaks the banana leaves

14. While the eye and the forehead of a gazelle I loaned them
Asma, a meadow of thousands of shadows

15. It bursts forth from bright dawns
Becoming a plain of low hills and fertile ground

16. Its spittle after dryness seems like
Grape juice mixed with snow

17. That, O Asma, is your untouched side
Sheltered from the lowly with locks and barriers

18. It hides behind the veil as a dear one hides
Behind garments, dignified, wearing a crown

19. I gave it to drink until its pastures flourished
Woe to its mother sheep of heavy wool and need

20. We are not suited for any of its sap
Which time diminishes even after ripening

21. My two friends, see if you can cheer us
Among carnelian stones and tent pegs

22. Will you come from the darkness of depression
Or sorrows upon steeds like citadels

23. Asma appeared but did not fulfill her promise
Nor grant you promised meetings

24. So ask the causes of longing from her affection
With cloves, like pepper and carded wool

25. A curled lock, smooth-cheeked, well-arranged
Concealing her cheek, not displayed

26. Graceful, the whinny almost causing her to bolt
Prepared for the consultation of the astute advisor

27. She turns away the cheek, and its affection
Has not touched her, bound with necklaces and cords

28. One day the red planet aligned its troops
But there was no relief in its advancing columns

29. And she remembered a group of her inner circle
Bringing registered books and armor

30. Of the inner circle, she had taken prisoner those in retreat
Fleeing, monkey-like, filthy and impure

31. So she seized the white camel, preventing
What it contained, excited and stirred up

32. Her nature had inclined toward it, and it was locked
Upon sweetness the color of darkened glass

33. It was as if her voice and the echo with it
Were the call of an exile yearning for his home

34. The paths of meteors, and all the news meets there
While the night spreads its corridors, lighting up

35. Until groups traveling at night pitched their tents
And the rain poured from pouring clouds

36. They were brought together by a shaking, steady rain
Especially the steed, its distinguishing mark clear

37. As if it and they together do not waver
With unfocused turning this way and that

38. O reddish she-camel marked in red on its forehead
As if you were adorned with brocade

39. She appeared cautious, apprehensive
Until morning, never settling down

40. Then she persisted and her companion by day
Climbing with her like the desire of an ascetic

41. Yearning for his pasture from a lone, elegant gazelle
Whose tracks meander, confused and distraught

42. Or one fearing for his flesh, his claws doubtful
As if a destroyer of the tribes of camels

43. They never stopped attributing weakness to every sincere woman
Who spent her night embracing something other than a husband

44. Until they walked the path from them in musk
From the offspring of the she-camel roaming the horizons

45. From them a group was created for slaughter
Severed from it with knives

46. They strapped it in the canal of a hollow valley
On the side of a crooked enclosure, wailing altogether

47. As they wail at one with a screaming voice, terrified
By the horror of hell, eternal, with no comfort

48. The Arabian knot was tightened, with no problems
Approaching the female ostrich in bearing burdens

49. Until when they finished the moan and their eyes retreated
To staring blankly like a palm leaf

50. The gazelle glanced around, frightened
By the horror of hell, punishing, with no soothing

51. A destined place where the fingertips mixed the water
On a leather bag from which the water flows noisy

52. So death came suddenly and took her away
Intending her life, with no prevention

53. Shrunken were the limbs that escorted her remains
A fox of the stony valley, a devil's companion

54. As if he and the devils of the shelter with him
Were dice players casting lots

55. Will you be pleased if I raise its value?
For if you raise the value of the tobacco shreds, you will raise

56. What I desire, of easy character, distinguished by it
And a tame doe-gazelle, white-faced, accustomed

57. When it rivals me over fresh news
Fine messages in the undulating sands

58. It turns away the cheek, and its affections
Have not touched, bound securely with straps

59. As if the saddlebags on it are above the carrier
Laboring, stirring the inhabitants of the night

60. It splits open the springs, the toes of the deer with it
Springtime has passed with transgression and dispute

61. The rivalry of contemporaries embittered it
And it won what prominence and armies it won

62. So its pursuer followed behind, its periods of leisure
Embracing, with distinguishing traits not commingled

63. It remained under a cover of elegance inhaling
The scent of poisons and venom in wrappings