1. In the valley of Dahna, a home greeted me
Where pilgrims’ hands had laid down their burdens

2. A stopping place for the bedraggled, tossed about
The stranger, the high-minded with lofty goals

3. They rested atop the humps of their camels
Having spread out on the dunes’ carpets

4. Some sunk in slumber, relishing its taste
Others bound by the fetters of drowsiness

5. Until the darkness was ripped by a shriek
Shrill as a courageous man’s battle cry

6. Then they climbed, scaling the precipices
On the rungs of the cliffs and mountains

7. And the leaves’ prayer stirred me
Reopening a wound not yet healed

8. Reminding me of bygone nights
Of the gazelle and her fawn

9. Days of youth are accumulated
Gathered for us like days of union

10. I drank them in like breaths of air
Thirstily, inhaling the north wind

11. I say to her, as she rings plaintively
Your mind is not on me, dove

12. He who was deemed fickle came between us
Said to be enamored, said to have strayed

13. You wander to deserted encampments
Far in the distance all around

14. Adorning you, their handsiwork lasts long
Necklaces never to be unstrung

15. Blind, never changing, until the end of time
When death crowns you differently

16. And the plumage of every Uzayrq has shortened his stride
Like an elder of the tribe bowing to fate

17. Your ringing comes before the advent of death
And before the procession of passing nights