1. I remembered where the rainmakers built our dam
So I said, my cousin, son of Darim's house

2. They pitched my saddlebags when I leaned toward them
With foreign camels and active she-camels too

3. For them a number among their people, asking for justice
And a cloak of livestock, not barren

4. I passed by other tribes, though they
Summoned me, but I chose you for great deeds

5. You were people whose wealth and dreams could heal
The widening agony of separation

6. My resting place with you will meet
Caravans from Najd and pilgrims too

7. But where is my resting place after you, if you abandon me
Can the breasts of warriors abandon at all?