1. Is it from the mention of one who halted at al-Muṣallá going to Miná,
That grief should be renewed, like the greeting of a sleepless one worn out with care;

2. Yearning for it and twisting because of the heat of love,
As if you were the young camel kneeling, with eagerness?

3. O God, if I pass by her abode
my heart is a captive and my tears flow;

4. I turn my eyes towards it, then I turn them away,
A man whose eyes overflow with tears.

5. My passion for Yaman - how, no how can we meet,
When my riding-beast is guided by the bridle?

6. Woe for the encampment which has changed through decay,
And woe for the people who have become dispersed!

7. I guard the dust of the earth where they lodged,
And am wary of treading on it, and careful;

8. And there remains with me, for love, naught but that whenever
The caravan passes by me, I sigh.