1. The dwellings have lost their virtue, unlike the ostrich eggs,
After time I recognized it with parchment paper,

2. So I lost the track of the ruins, as if
I was made drink from the wine of Adhru’a in cups,

3. The imagination knocked, so it stirred me from my bedding,
The greeting returned in the gloomy darkness,

4. The chin strap of Umm Al-Waleed after
The braids of your head are like the sly darkness,

5. The day my heart was hit with the arrows of her glance,
Umm Al-Waleed among women is crafty,

6. After she wore the dress of her beauty,
And as if the garment of her beauty was not worn,

7. White, seasoned with saltiness like her,
Is the amusement of the companion and the squint of the watcher,

8. As for remembering her family in Hunak,
Maybe on the verge of despair, even if you do not despair,

9. Unload the worries when the Dusur afflicts you,
The flames of Al-Hawajir, vast breathe,

10. So I raised my head to depart, and I do not see
Like today, the watering place of the slippery arrival.