1. Whenever they packed their bags and left Buzaala,
They would surely take with them doves.

2. With glances that enchant, each a queen,
You'd think them throned above a galaxy of pearls.

3. When she walks on glass palaces you see
A sun orbiting, in the hand of Idris, a sphere.

4. Her gaze, if it killed, its eloquence
Would revive, as Jesus did, the dead with a mere breath.

5. Her Torah is the tablets of her legs, and I
Recite and study them as if I were Moses.

6. Bishops of Rome's girls are unemployed;
You'd see halos of light around them.

7. And a lonely woman who has no company has made
Her private room a monastery for chanting God's name.

8. She has confounded every scholar of our faith,
Davidic singers, rabbis, priests and bishops too.

9. If she gestures, seeking the Bible, you'd suppose her
A Coptic pope or patriarch, a deacon.

10. As she packed her camel's bags for Baniin,
"O guide," I cried, "do not take her to Buzaala!"

11. I reined my steeds of patience the day they left,
Along the road, many times over.

12. When she reached the peak of my soul's desire,
I asked for that beauty, that charm, as solace.

13. She submitted, and God protected us from her evil,
As the King, the Helper, banished Iblis.