1. May the deserted dwellings at al-Rams be lavishly watered

    By the rains of a shaggy cloud, trailing beards of rain.

  2. And there, after the traces of those who dwelt there, nothing remains

    But ashes and black, upright hearthstones.

  3. I am a son of Dabba; her strongholds attest my lineage,

    And of the sons of Darim, lofty of nose.

Sol 6.1