رَأَيتُ هَوايَ سيرَتُهُ الوَجيفُ

وَتَحزِبُني إِذا اِعتَرَضَت ثَقيفُ

I saw my love, his ways are rotten,

I saw the pace of my desire is a frantic drive,

And Thaqif tribe riles me when our paths have crossed,

And I am beset by trouble when Thaqif obstructs the way,

فَإِن آتي وَذَلِكَ بَعدَ كَدٍّ

فَدارُ مُحَمَّدٍ ثُمَّ الوُقوفُ

And if after struggle, I come to you,

So if I arrive—and that is only after heavy toil—

The home of Muhammad, there I'll stop.

Then to Muhammad's house, and there the final halt.