1. By your life! The tryst with your eyes and weeping
Is not in Dārā except when the south wind blows

2. I socialize in Dārā with those I do not love
While my beloved is deserted in the sand

3. When a riding party ascends, my heart
Ascends with the ascending riders, yearning

4. I complain to Allah, not to people, that I
Am a stranger in Taimā’ – Taimā’ of the Jews

5. I am charged with the winds’ blowing
Delighted when the south wind blows on me

6. If the winds blow from above, they find me
As though I were a kinsman of the lofty winds

7. Indeed, the solitary dune by the Hima side
Is a beloved to me, though it does not come to me

8. No good is in the world when you did not visit
A lover, and a lover did not yearn for you

9. The northern winds used to hate me at times
But those winds have now become sweet

10. Happy is a love message from Busħām, perfumed
With clove, in which pure honey is mixed

11. With the drink it had of date-wine lees, and which
Lips like the pomegranate’s bloom have kissed

12. If I leave the wilderness of Najd, there will be
No cure for what your eyes complain of