Sol 5.6

  1. May God water neither Najd’s outlying regions nor Ḥuzwā,

    nor the slope of Naʿmān, nor Radwā’s twin landmarks.

  2. And may the life-giving rain greet no people’s camp at Rāmah,

    nor may the pregnant rainclouds water a landmark fallen desolate.

  3. I yearn—but not for the ben-trees or the protected pasture;

    I love—but neither Suʿād nor ʿUlwā.

  4. A longing for somewhere other than Ḍārij keeps me awake,

    and I pine, praying for rain beyond the utmost reach of distance.

  5. A greeting—not to al-ʿAqīq and its people,

    nor to the traces of dwellers, nor to the one I love;

  6. but to the Two Palaces and the quarters where

    the tales of my grief for him who dwelt there are told.

  7. To you, beloved of my heart, from me a greeting,

    ecstatic—a greeting whose memory makes his sides sway.

  8. Indeed, anguish has captured me since losing one who gathered

    the scattered excellences found in him, in private and in intimate converse.

Sol 5.6