1. The tale of the she-camel is morning rain that revives hope
My share of beauty is that I am one of those he killed

2. Indeed the advisors were right, had they been heeded
Moses' glance, his sword precedes reprimand

3. I sought a trick to cure me of his love
So his glance prescribed illnesses and maladies for me

4. O he who has made my every word from yearning
Mayhap, would that, how I wish - all coquetry

5.
You prevented me waking from returning greetings

6. So I do not dare the phantom in his insistence on a kiss
Like the dye of yellowness on my body wasted by love's pain

7. If only it were sprinkled with water from a shining blade
My longing for you, though you did not carry my longing