1. This is the prayer-ground, and these are the dunes;

    At such a sight, ecstasy shakes you.

  2. For the tribe has pitched its tents,

    and the veils have fallen away from its beauty.

  3. Every impassioned lover who yearns for its dweller

    bows down in longing and draws near.

  4. Make your mounts kneel at their encampment,

    lest the laden saddles and noble camels trample you.

  5. Approach upon your eyelids, humbly—perhaps

    humility and courtesy will intercede for you.

  6. Hope for their hospitality when you alight among them:

    you are their guest, and they are Arabs.

  7. Bow down before them and draw near, for their lover

    bows down in longing and draws near.

  8. O dear folk of Kāẓima, I harbor for you

    secrets of passion whose telling is a wonder.

  9. Through you, I see my own heart watching me—

    whence comes this brotherhood, this kinship?

  10. Whenever I long for you, I send you

    the letters of my passion, and letters come from you.

  11. I drink the wine; when I drink it

    unmixed, it sobers me—what can be the cause?

  12. Its wine is made from my blood, and its wine-presser

    is my own essence; from my tears come its bubbles.

  13. If drinking it makes me sober, there have indeed

    been people made drunkenly riotous by it without drinking.

  14. It is the abiding bliss within my innermost heart,

    though in the cups it blazes like fire.

  15. So sing to me as you pour, O my hope,

    in the name of her who uses me to veil herself from me.

Sol 6.1