1. A late night traveler on a tired mount
The remnants of its saliva could not justify me

2. Coming out of the softly lit mountains
Heading towards the rise of Al-Ayyouq

3. You have no friend in Al-Harrat or Maran or Al-Aqeeq
Except me, the clearly lit road

4. And startled, peeled palms
That carry the howdah of a smitten lover

5. Whose neck is rubbed raw from the camel litter
That ends its day with dry provisions

6. My heart sighed as it was in a strait
Struck by the flashes of lightning

7. As if it were on the clearly lit road
A dove between swift companions

8. It barely escapes the grip of the unsteady hands
Slipping away from those same shaky hands

9. Passing beautiful, graceful palm trees
With stems made firm by abundant water

10. Rising up in broad and narrow valleys
From the base of the date palm of Al-Maflouq