1. Four acquaintances surveying the ruins
Grieving with worry, so they are despondent

2. The lamps of Reema have faded with time
On the foothills between prominent peaks

3. Desolate, winds batter them as if they are
The banners of a courageous army

4. When I stopped with them, tears welled up
As if they were migrant birds

5. And I remembered Aziza as her abode
Rebukes with a pasture, an open plain, and palm trees

6. Days when we all neighbored
In Al-Kutanah, Furaid, and Tha’al

7. Watering for Aziza a special group, watering for her
As we are in the meadows, from water springs

8. When she does not talk to us, and her talk
Was a bonus we hoped for from the spoils of war

9. With the spinning wheel of Mughzilah she returns with a waterskin
Made of old palm fronds, meager

10. As they, in the darkness of night, were ships
The number of which is countless

11. Crossing the valleys of AL-Budai’ courageously
Our eyes overflowing with tears

12. It throws spears when the spears resemble
Their symbols with oblivion

13. With she-camels among every pass
The hands (she-camels) are set loose and unrestricted

14. Walking easily, when the she-camels are driven behind him
They catch up with him, stomping in the wet terrain

15. Guiding steeds like the hissing snakes
With a gray loincloth, prominent milestones

16. They stomp the ground when the small insects initiate
Digging holes in the accumulated darkness

17. And the shades of dusk gathered and probed
The sides of every shady tree, a shelter

18. So it is as if when it attacks ferociously
And gently, a roaring camel

19. Like an acrobat it ran and fell
From Jerusalem, above the mountain dens

20. So I bid farewell, and he returned it
The flowing robe and cloak fluttering

21. It gives the clan their request and makes them wealthy
On the day of pride and the day of any fortune

22. And you have prepared generosity, so you made it
A provision for the day of boasting and struggle

23. The flowing robe, when he smiles laughing
For his laughter, necks are humbled