1. Greet them, O clouds that pour down, and return my companions,
Stop, for your stopping is enough for me,

2. Al-Khunas yearns, and his heart is smitten with love for you,
And is afflicted by intense passion,

3. Never have I seen or heard the like of this day,
So long, O easy-going and gentle gazelles,

4. Displaying your beauty openly,
Placing gentleness in the places of aloofness,

5. With shyness overflowing from you,
Like the scent of musk from the braids,

6. So ask them about me, O Al-Khunas, when
Distress has gripped all, what my distress is.