1. The mixture appeared, so the heart has no comprehension,
Nor on the purse are the departing ones relied upon.

2. As for them, they are enemies whom we do not speak to,
And it is the friend with whom there is love and flirtation.

3. It is as if, the day the two friends urged her
Towards the shelter with the plague, I was wavering,

4. The day I packed my belongings without my armor
While my heart was busy with separation.

5. Then I bid farewell to my companion to send him
After the caravans though he was comprehension.

6. So a copious tear hastened which a
Water penetrated and rolled in its eyelid.

7. I said what happened to the caravans of the living that
My eyes missed them or did the ghoul make away with them.

8. They camp for a while so I cry then the
Morning family raises it and the twilight messengers.

9. They are escorted by the neighing of the slick horses
Whose shadows are for their hands golden anklets.

10. And for the warriors in their tracks are stallions
And for the mirage over the gravels are delusions.

11. Until when the late mornings prevented them
And the heat kindled they said some words, they halted,

12. And faced a valley in which the turtledoves were cooing
As if they were the arks of Anbateel.

13. The prolonged separation and the white cranes
Did not leave anything in my liver by which I could live.

14. Of every malady in the two abbys occupying them
From the need of the living, ailments and scorching.

15. Of that which makes its edges flutter when it departs
While no anklets clink around its legs.

16. It adorns the enemies of its stretch and its wrapping
A bejeweled and scented smooth wrapping.

17. The glances pass by it slowly, with coyness,
As if they are bunches of dates bending over.

18. The swaying of its inclining is submission in its affection
While its body and innards are supple.

19. As if between its neck and its wrapping
Is an ember with stars of the night lined up.

20. Its saliva heals the tetter and mange for whoever it sickens,
A malady with which the physicians are struggled.

21. Its echo heals wherever the slumberer turns with it
After hardships, a saliva from it and a kissing.

22. They pour to it even if they are in a hurry
With the road from Mecca, the white-bearded reverends.

23. It captures hearts so among its visitors are soft ones
Who count its end of the world and being killed.

24. It is as if its smile one day when it beams
Is lightning whose clouds are delicate pearls.

25. It is as if it is a flower which the spring brought
A fragrant soul, a smooth wrapping.

26. It is as if when the coat's buttons are undone
A necklace which the weights did not diminish.

27. Or a balance which the youth uncovered from it fatigue
Until a saliva from it and a crowning appeared.

28. Or an egg between solid rocks turned over by
The shoulders of the burly litter-men.

29. Dew fears so it flees its combatant
Until it meets the sun's rays equating.

30. Or a ewe which negligence took from its tribe
And the clearly rosy cheeked coddler.

31. In a room of soft furs it resides
Where the jinn of whistling and the evil eye dwell.

32. The soul said to it, be by his birth
For if the feeding time passes, the starved dies.

33. So the heart is busy with terrors that frighten it
While the flesh from the extreme dread is clenched.

34. It befriends it with an undivided heart
And a pearl which no dreams revealed.

35. Until it contained its abhorrence loudly ongoing
Deafening the two cheeks, confused babble.

36. It tightened its chews from it every withdrawer
From its two sides and in the trunk wheezing.

37. There did not remain any slobber which the breeze took
On the saddle's seat except two side straps.

38. As if between its two eyes and its forehead
From its dye in the blood of the people, a handkerchief.

39. Like a spear it curved in the two palms and from it
The spearhead leaked in which was thick blood.

40. It crosses the deserts folding them and its watering place is
From scarcity of sadness basins of worms.

41. When it called the first call so it heard it
While below it was a slight inclination or a mile.

42. The spittle from the gullet almost destroyed it
And a gurgling between its two cheeks, little bells.

43. It shakes off the flies with decorated eyelids
And their striking when they strike, a tinkling.

44. Until it came to the cubicle of the miserable one searching him
And around it pieces from it, multicolored patches.

45. It examined the rubbish for a heart in its playgrounds
And henna on the hands lined up.