1. I say to the departing caravan, perhaps after me
You will get Yemeni agate.

2. Take a glance from me and meet the sanctuary,
And Najd, the sand dunes twisting and winding.

3. Pass by the tents of a loving family in Ramah,
And say: a bitten one today seeks a healer.

4. I lost my medicine in Iraq, so maybe
You will find a curer to heal me in Najd.

5. And say to neighbors at Khayf from Mina:
You replaced whose neighborhood with me?

6. And who descended on that hill after me, and his
Concubines watched those gazelles frolic?

7. And who arrived at the water I frequented,
And grazed on the meadow I shepherded?

8. By my fervor! How many sighs at Khayf I have
That melt away a piece of my heart!

9. Life was free of sorrows at Khayf. I swore
I will not go near the fresh water.

10. Oh Hill of Rayyan! If they pass you,
I will cover you with my weeping concubines.

11. Oh Tombs! How you denied our pact!
You forgot, though I entrusted tenderness in you.

12. Did you forget our standing at Mina the night of departure,
Throwing pebbles at the Jamras night after night?

13. The eve before, my neighbor shot me with his eyes,
Talking of aims until he threw me with his shots.

14. He threw my death from his quiver,
So shooter, may no misfortune hit you as a shooter!

15. Would that I did not know anything forbidden to you,
Would that I did not come down to the valley floor,

16. Would that I did not know what Mina assembles,
Would that I did not meet a living Yemeni!

17. Oh woe to my heart! How excessively did I socialize
With impudent people who only buy strife!

18. I went away with my eyes looking forward to you,
And backward, with passion for you within me.

19. Fearing I do not ask the caravan about you,
Though my throats are still as they were.

20. He who asks the riders about every absent one,
Is bound to receive the bearer of good news or the mourner.

21. No spindle bloodied with slain ones brings pasture
Too short of the goal of the troupe wandering astray,

22. Having sorrows behind that disturb the breast,
Like the cups of virgins testing amusements.

23. It inclines to them sorrowfully as if
The sought turned like a frightened enemy.

24. With the most sensitive heart and breast,
The morning we heard the call for departure.

25. She bids us farewell, complaining and crying,
While the Iraqi caravan went off.

26. I did not see a day of departure laughing more
Nor a day of departure crying more.