1. My soul delights in rapture when
I catch sight of Hijazi lightning,

2. And passion makes my reason drunk, while
Pilgrim garb becomes my fancy's ornament.

3. O, would that I might gain my wish, depart
From Minā, sacrifice my pattering camels,

4. And drink of Zamzam till my thirst is slaked
With drafts more lucious than red ruby wine.