1. Are you crooked or are you straight, not crooked?
O daughter of the barren, in the house with hanging garlands

2. If you have no intention of being crooked
Then be straightforward, for I am not to be fooled

3. My path is like yours, if you stand as a Muslim
But if you refuse, then your path is not my path

4. Greet the ruins of the beloved and do not be
Like the oaths of youth, like frozen butter

5. Stronger and more desolate, not coarse or crude
Bearer of sorrows, leafy and interwoven

6. I would not have recognized him were it not
For the scent of his dust that tells of perfumed ambergris

7. He called and tears answered his call
Like the tears of the gulf, turbulent

8. My companions kept vigil over him, their necks bared
Like the howling camels, adorned

9. From every rough terrain and winding path
Or every dune and crooked dune

10. A house whose panels lament
Like the cooing of doves and the crying of ostriches

11. With cheeks like flowers, candles shining
Like the sun but it has not risen

12. As you flirt with a wrist, forearm
And bulky elbow, completely covered

13. And a gaping darkness spreads over
A face like the dawn, snow-covered

14. And fingertips that hurt as they touch
Delicate like the light of candles, opened

15. As if the braids of cAnah were gleaming
With the moisture of water from Husharj

16. Mixed with fragrant powder and scented
With musky perfume and scattering of Jasmine

17. She showed her teeth after some time
So they were dazzling white after being covered

18. A seducer glancing with sleepy eyes
When she turns, I turn, feverish

19. Not a gazelle with graceful neck
Seeking the feelings of one infatuated like me

20. Roaming the stray branch in an orchard
Serene, surrounded by aromatic plants and grasses

21. One day in the most beautiful place, adorned
With nothing lovelier than it, more brilliant

22. Leave this and fulfill my wishes with a poem
Of intimate whispers, protected and delicate

23. Words of a throaty voice, a message
Flowing no matter how circumstances change

24. As if my saddle, flask, and spear
Were dyed with the blood of enemies in battle

25. You see it has straps, tanned to perfection
For the nestlings of hawks in blood stained ruins

26. Is this it or is it a striped hyena, feet bound
I walked on hands, Lord of gentle sand dunes

27. The night stayed over it in a shelter
So it spent the night sleeping soundly

28. Until dawn shone and those dark clouds
Disappeared with the clear morning

29. A grim hunter came, eager
With smooth legs, silent without shouting

30. He went after it like a swarm of locusts
Necks like Indian swords, adorned

31. As if their swords were arrows following
The feathers of an arrow, armed

32. He lunged stabbing its sides
With a spear, smooth blade bloodstained

33. Until when it fell between interwoven
Valleys and sand dunes

34. And so it was freed from entanglement
In the valley of Waseejah and Waseejah