1. Take my passion from the guarantors of separation
And save me from my burning grief and sorrow

2. O prince over realms and my ever-fluttering heart
Flutters for him like a waving flag

3. The Bedouins of Najd, a people who settled
And forfeited the pact of protection for lovers

4. They pitched their beautiful tent in the garden
And channeled its streams from my weeping

5. They left my tears for ‘aqeeq and from where
Could my tears be ‘aqeeq if not for my blood

6. For if I were to lose them, they who shed tears
While in them, from the captives, is my heart

7. In the sick eyes, the sickness of my eyelids
Oh my people, in them is my remedy

8. And the gestures of the fevered gazelle are
When I use the dark-eyed gazelle as metaphor