1. Slow down Numair, for you have become
Of us with the cheek of a gentle doe unmasked

2. Black as if you were striped hyenas
The lands have rained but her sacred places went unwatered

3. They love between Acacia and Burghah a lofty place
Their love is like mist to the roots of Sakhbar

4. And you have left the canebrakes of Shurayf forlorn
Its cheek sags like the eye of a one-eyed man