1. These are their clothes and robes
I wonder where my people camped

2. They camped in Kadhima’s valley
It is my heart, and my inner self, and inclination

3. So our traces of them faded away
And that original passion appeared

4. Perhaps Najd, after the mirage disappeared
And Najd faded away when they came

5. And the meadow’s breeze, without them, would not
Have conveyed news of those who convey

6. Neighbors who harmed our passions
And if they harmed, who then makes right?

7. Every sun, when it saw them, was eclipsed
Every full moon by their brilliance declines

8. This was their rising in our existence
We have no existence, but only ailments

9. Did we dress them or did they dress us? So who
Among us is the dressed enveloped one?

10. A state the gnostic knows well but
He who reasons cannot grasp

11. And by it the wilds were set ablaze
And strange is the vacant preoccupied one