1. From a deserted house whose traces faded
With the north winds blowing, mournful, grieving

2. It became deserted after being inhabited
And the caravans of longing wandered it, summering and wintering

3. I remained in its shade while tears continually poured
From my eyes when I returned and found the house in ruins

4. Will the caravans judge fairly between us
When even the fairest judge cannot judge fairly?

5. I clung to them while my body was strengthened
So my love for the caravans only grew stronger and weaker was I

6. Until this very day when my body grew thin and healed me
And I forgot what I used to know

7. A canal of running water neither below nor
Above its rights does it flow clearly

8. It has the eyes of a white antelope and the chest of a wild cow
And legs like that of a swift ostrich

9. I am not one of its people when they came
And walked around us with swords drawn

10. And said: “It is beautiful in the neighborhood where it stays tonight”
And they unsheathed their swords and stood

11. In the house is the lion of the jungle, if not for the fear
For the life of the caravan, by God I would have fled

12. I hesitated, and my soul almost looked
Eagerly to their battle, sword in hand

13. And nothing pleased me more than what was between them
And me, when they came to me, provoking

14. So how often does an irresolute man have the chance for glory
Yet fear does not diminish his apprehension

15. Do the leaves shed tears in foolishness
Weeping for the caravan as they whisper?

16. If only I had the strength, O friend, I would have fought
But alas, I am too weak for fighting

17. In the darkness of my heart it has a refuge of love
It is death, or close to death, drawing near

18. My soul did not mention you, O she camel
A time in life except my soul almost perished

19. Unless a groan and lament overtook me
And a stream of tears flowed

20. Nor did my soul find any conversation with a friend
Amusing, except your conversation, most witty

21. And between Safa and Marwa I remembered you
In different states while people rush, jostling

22. And during my circumambulation I remembered you once
It is death, no, close to death I grew