1. Stop with the camels between Najd and its valley,
I call out greetings of passion to its youth.

2. For between visits to that land are stages,
Where copious tears provide more drink.

3. When we smear our eyes with soil as kohl,
Our eyelids cling to its soil.

4. I yearn for her, for she is my heart, can you see
A friend feeling heartache like mine?

5. My eyes are veiled from him when he looks to me,
His nearness hides him, though he is not far.