1. What ails the tears of a doe as she weeps in sorrow,
When the troubled find solace in her eyes.

2. The pearls have dyed her cheeks in sorrow,
As cares have shed them from her eyelids.

3. I would ask the tents of Najd for comfort, but when
The staff inclined towards the cheek bones.

4. My tears flowed like those of a doe,
Yet they dry in an hour on my cheeks.