1. Umma came to me with nothing but questions,
And nothing but an imagination meeting imagination.

2. Her tryst accompanies the night,
And with dawn, nothing remains but traces.

3. That is how she gives of her love,
And if she witnessed, she would not grant union.

4. My heart shuddered when they declared,
And it was said the mixed throng endured.

5. The two suitors urged departure
With the dawn when they consulted beauty.

6. She mounts the howdah with her anklets,
And they walk, after sandals, with sandals.

7. When they departed, my tears preceded
And I scattered for her, after struggle, contention.

8. You see them, when the suitor urges them on,
Moving slowly with coyness and haste.

9. With shade they were replaced after departure,
And after dispute, they loved the litter.

10. Among them is Khaulah, beauty of women,
Who excelled people in grace and perfection.

11. She has the eyes of a houri in a garden,
And she walks tall with the plants.

12. She passes the toothstick over one who is cold
Whose drink resembles but is not drink.

13. As if the wine is far from where he sleeps,
While she gives you fresh, pure drink.

14. As if the braids in her branches
Are ropes connecting ropes within her.

15. A face that bewilders all who look
Thinking the crescent has appeared to them.

16. To a cheek like the baby camel's hump
And a hand that turns the egg of an infant.

17. She appeared but I got from her love
Neither union nor what equals union.

18. How can you mend the cord of harmony
Of one glorious who does not want separation?

19. He wanted union, so I wished him well,
And what I said became misguidance.

20. A noble the glory suits like excellence
Whose loyalty one day polished him.

21. He leads the brave to meet the brave,
Engaging whoever wants to fight.

22. He makes their horsemen in the clash
Turn back when death's mill turns.

23. And walks men to the armed
Like the necks of khurr urging the separated.

24. And clothes the warriors, the necks of men,
As the horsemen protect men.

25. And the injustice of what has passed refuses me
And in dispute, we raise contention.

26. With words that humble the contenders
And surpass them if they want favor.

27. An emigrant like the sands of Mahra
When the little owl cuts through barrenness.

28. And a night whose darkness I manipulated,
Feared by those who ignite the evil.