1. Behold a beloved quarter with opposing ruins
Where passion is stirred amid those dwellings

2. Stirred by one who was of the past youth
In his heart not heedless of its fervor

3. Yearning for the singers and their songs
Youths of past days lost in swaying reverie

4. No delicate wild doe aroused such passion
But she resembled one, a graceful gazelle

5. Moving slowly as if her whispered speech
Was the gentle hum of bees among date spadices

6. She walked erect like ostrich on meadow
Among other women, widowed and forlorn