1. To Oman I was called back
And yearning’s caravan walks in my stead

2. Inspire me, O poetry’s rhymes, with an effusion
That emulates a beloved exiled from me

3. At the roof of the flood my she-camel knelt down
So I quenched my joy—fires in me

4. With the brand of dawn appeared as wishes
Mountains harboring places of rest

5. As narcissi in the lips of tumuli
The fragrance wafts from it in a stream

6. And in Amman the bird of love sings
Refrains echoed by the hillsides’ undulations

7. O Amman set me aright
And pour your torrent into my wasteland

8. Excuse my stumbling step
For this is poetry from my confusion

9. Some poetry from the excess of my turmoil
Some poetry from the outpouring of my rapture

10. If my words bow to the meter’s constraint
Then pardon my poverty of access