1. Our saddles were like tents pitched in a lush meadow,
Near a valley of Unaizah with overflowing pools.

2. Where partridges mingled together at evening,
Each cock goes to roost with his own hens.

3. Tribesmen camped in the homes of their sons,
Their tents guarded, with tent-poles like spearheads.

4. They took hold of the straps of the saddle-bags and found
Little inside but crumbs in the depths.

5. They slept a while, then said, “We leave at dawn.”
Not bedded softly, uneasily lodged.

6. Buying no sleep, the sleep that came to them
Was medicine for their eyes and fixed their gaze.

7. I have turned my back on my fellow tribesmen.
By this nose of mine, I shall not be led.