1. And Layla, a hated lover quarrelling,
You are neither her confidant nor her attainer.

2. So leave Layla be, she has turned to her own benefit,
And how could kindness come from one like you?

3. To the outcast family when they took our meadows
At Baydan, though kindness is praised in its doer.

4. Pulling my camels across the meadows,
Cast by the pouring rain and its joiner.

5. My camels refused the water of the ponds in their land,
And what evil neighbor provoked their separation?

6. For them are springs in both valleys and a source
To pass the arid expanse that continues to diminish.

7. Upon it a soft drink, call the staff that
Quarrels with its knots and quarrels with it.