Sol 5.6

  1. Indeed, the dwellings stirred my deepest passions;

    their traces fell mute when I called for an answer.

  2. Deserted, they loom at Dhu al-Lujayn, as though

    they were faded remnants of a drawing, or lines in a book.

  3. When I halted the young she-camel there, there rushed

    from me tears for parting from those I love.

  4. I remembered a time, O Buthayna, that awakened my longing,

    and I remembered my days and the first bloom of my youth.

Sol 5.6