1. Your delay in spurring on the mounts,
And easy does it for these meadows.

2. For the hosts of Muzain have departed from us,
Their prides and their intentions set on leaving.

3. The northern winds have cleared the haze until
The face of the meadows appeared from the veil.

4. The sky has starred itself until
The shining moon joined it without a veil.

5. The gazelles have signaled since they turned back
At dawn from the house of domes

6. To renew the joys to meadows
That remind us of the days of trysts.

7. We have detained souls from their pastures,
Consoled by the lying promises,

8. Until it was possible for us to desire
Visiting them again after avoidance and separation.