1. Nothing stirred this yearning but the abodes
Of fair maidens amid blossoms that fade and wither

2. Was it the memory of Nabhaniyyah that made her people halt?
Your eyes yearn southwards, O my friend

3. As if they were the hasty bidding of one exposed for sale
When anointed with kohl and reddened with sorrel

4. And a westerly wind on a howdah newly wedded
Moved in the black night before daybreak

5. Steered by a driver seen through his thick beard
Trickling with scent of civet

6. Take your pleasure in this life, for you will pass away
From delights and beautiful women

7. From white ones like Arameans and red ones like rubies
Their bosoms and polished anklets