1. O guide of the caravan passing through Salu,
Stop at the high grounds near the winding path,

2. Call out to them gently, politely,
My masters, is there any relief for me?

3. In Rama, between al-Naqa and Hajir,
There is a girl secluded in her chamber,

4. How beautiful is that young maiden,
Her radiance lights the night like a lamp,

5. A hidden pearl in a shell,
With hair black like the darkest night,

6. A pearl whose diver is thought, never ceasing
To plunge into the depths of those waves,

7. Whoever sees her thinks her a gazelle of al-Naqa,
With her beautiful neck and charm,

8. As if she were the dawn sun in its cradle,
Rising above the highest heavens,

9. When she unveils or travels abroad,
She is adorned with the lights of the brilliant dawn,

10. I called to her between al-Hima and Rama,
“Who will help a lad who came to Salu in distress?

11. Who will help a confused, wandering lad,
Bewildered, broken in mind and heart?

12. Who will help a lad whose tears are flooding,
Intoxicated by the wine of those meadows?

13. Who will help a lad whose sighs are scorching,
Infatuated by the beauty of those fields?”

14. The hands of love have played with his heart,
He has no qualms in what happened to him.