1. I say, and the glories of Rabigh have passed,
Their grandeur raising the dunes' tips.

2. Is it Al-Hayy or Seyran's abode which vied
In building a palace and settling its north side?

3. When Salma's caravan passed by Rabigh,
And stirred up dormant hearts by its leaving,

4. It seemed teardrops had infiltrated
Pure white shells, yearning for its beauty.

5. They bid farewell at sunset, when it removed
The tents, and folded its abode.

6. By your life! The eye turns not from grace
To Salma, well-guided are its gazes to her.

7. I excuse you for Salma, because of the folly of youth,
And its infatuation when her shadows grow on you.

8. One who claims I doubt, though desire deceived him,
The edges of my reputation and beauty blunt his blades.

9. I cast with the tips of glass but he did not awaken
From ignorance until her swords judged him.

10. A generous man one day wanted my generosity
And the lesson of my love – can he attain it?

11. I gave him an example, and every greeting
From a person is reciprocated with its like.