1. When did you visit Najd? For I see you—

    a fragrant breath of Najd is wafting over you.

  2. I think you alighted in Layla’s preserve, at its encampment,

    and the perfume of a mantle’s trailing hem wafted from it to you.

  3. Ah, you for whom I would give my soul—will you return

    and carry my greetings to the dwellers by the solitary landmark?

  4. A dear little Arab band—I remain the keeper of their pledge,

    and on their part no pledge or bond with me is broken.

  5. Whenever the camel-driver hums melodies of love for them,

    my caravan of tears races him down my cheek.

  6. After they left, with tears turned crimson I dyed

    a white expanse of sand, to keep my covenant with them.

Sol 6.1