1. Ariha was watered though she's hateful to me
But to quench the thirst of her wild beasts

2. Carried from a streaming eye by a lone camel man
By the south winds on high that sweep her sands away

3. When from her the salty rain clouds pass
Onto another's domain shift her piled-up clouds

4. I pass the night in Ariha's convent on an eve
So long drawn out through the dark hours

5. Enduring myself – was closer than one who walked –
The father of a soul now dead to me in sleep

6. When a land saw him, it was refreshed
By his sight, its deserts and its barrens

7. You see the shreds of his garment atop acacia
His hands the winter orphans’ food

8. Like the blade of a sword he ripped its sheath
His tents ready, their tent-pegs never pulled up

9. In his hand was the life of the doomed
And for the prophet and heroes in it, their poison

10. In his hands the podex and his kettle
Through the homes’ corners long in fast

11. Around it fire and brands spray out
Its poles and props shake and quiver

12. A band the night leads in from every side
When it shrouds the mountains in darkness

13. Bereaved over black ruins as though they
Were wild cows called by him to spend the night

14. To whomever Ariha missed, she surely threw
A horseman who aimed her highland arrows