1. They turned aside and greeted the boons of the inhabited abode
What are you greeting of intentions and stones?

2. Stronger and more desolate than boons which change it
Is the tumult of winds with clouds of dust whirling

3. I stood in it one day asking it
About the family of boons who lived safely across travels

4. So the house of boons was quickened without speaking to us
If only the house had spoken to us, it would have had stories

5. So I did not find in it anything to take refuge in
Except some grief and except a fireplace

6. And boons and I used to play in it
While fate and life did not care for passage

7. Days tell me of boons and I tell them
I do not conceal anything from people of my concerns and secrets

8. If it were not for the ties of boons I clung to
My heart would have fallen short, no matter how short

9. If it was conscious, its unconsciousness had certainly lengthened
And a person creates a phase after phases

10. I was told boons blamed me for estrangement
Watering and grazing that blaming forlorn one

11. I saw boons and my companions in a hurry
While the camel litter was tightened with straps

12. So my heart quivered and it was a glance that occurred
For a while and harmonizing of fates with fates

13. White like the sun, she came on her happiest day
She did not harm anyone and did not overstep on a neighbor

14. The skirts of her wrap became sullied after the cold's departure
With mud like the train of a restless red camel

15. And perfume becomes more fragrant if it is on her
On the smooth cheek of the aromatic-faced one

16. She waters the sleeper when he asks with the sweetest
Taste after sleep that is somewhat intoxicated

17. As if she is pure extract with her saliva
After her rest, or honey of bees

18. I say and the stars have inclined their ends
Toward the disappearing west with a burning look

19. A glimpse from the radiance of lightning my eyes saw
Or was it the face of boons that appeared to me or lightning fire?

20. But the face of boons appeared and the night was covered in darkness
So it shone from between clothes and veils

21. Indeed the caravans that traveled estranged
Are followed by every foolish opinionated one

22. Gazelles like white eggs bend
Inciting thereby an unjust one in soft sand

23. When the doves coo, the leaves stir me
And when I am far from it, mother of building

24. And an owl that the wolves howl with
Far from water at the abandoned station

25. I passed it with a travelling caravan
And the road’s nakedness on the track of sorrow

26. Roaming from land to land with heavy feet
Walking steadily, neither confused nor hesitant

27. When its riders depart from it, its mounts
Scatter in the distance haughtily

28. As if the luggage on it above renewal
Deceived the watcher toward phantoms watching

29. An outcast whose accessories were removed from it
From a frightening wasteland or a frightening plateau

30. Enclosed and alone compelled, for it
Vegetation of rain obeyed from the lush

31. Its sustainers except for its milk are ardent
And on its legs like a tattoo with tar

32. A starry night spent with it, striking it
With hailstorms of flames and rain

33. And it spent the night a guest of a pavement and its darkness
Took it along with the downpour of rain

34. Until when the darkness of its night uncovered
And morning shone upon it, what a shining

35. A hunter came down to it, hurrying with his dogs
Bare arms, a hunter of leopards

36. Sworn to hunting, his flesh is for him a garment
He has no clothes but loincloths

37. He runs with young dogs he trained so they are obedient
The length of travelling with him and roaming

38. Until when the bulls scattered after startling
He released the young dogs, all harmful

39. He turned, guarding against scattering like
An advocate guards fearing disgrace

40. So the first of them doubted with stopping
The doubt of one who delays in tenths by tenths

41. Then he bent to the second and aimed it
With a wide, deep-holed wound

42. And he fixed the remaining third with an opening
Of a hero, knowledgeable in repetitive stabbing

43. And he busied himself with seven of them
Circling them like the circling of bracelets

44. Until when he finished their fresh milk from them
And returned to them with zeal and retreat

45. He pounced like a shooting star
Falling and almost mixing with bringing close

46. That is the likeness of my separation when it harmed them
The length of travel and travel after journeys