1. Stand by the monastery, ask the priests about her
A queen whom the people sanctified with sanctification

2. When she sparkles in the cup in the morning, you'd think her
A Bilqis above a throne made of ruby

3. She softened, so she is gentle, and became pleasant, so she is a songstress
As if she were among us, ringing bells

4. The people leaned towards her intoxicated when she appeared
The patriarchs serving her the communion cups

5. As if she, circling in the cups
Is pure splendor containing cloaked mysteries

6. She was distilled and described the abode of bliss for us
And Adam who tells tales and Iblis

7. We kneaded over her monastery and the night was murky
Until we were scolded at her taverns by the priest

8. Inquiring, we asked about her whereabouts
Thomas, Joshua, John and George

9. We come to the churches and the monks busied
At the monasteries invoking the laws

10. We toured her and received her fervor
So we did not shy from her flaws and desecration

11. Where the priests stood in their cassocks
Swaying their heads eastward about Jesus

12. And all were in the sea of the Yathribi's light narrating
A wave raised by the winds of intimacy as comfort