1. Halt, you two, with the mounts between Najd and its ravine.

    Let us convey love’s greetings to its lovesick one.

  2. For among the hills of those dwelling grounds are abodes

    Of ʿAlwa; most of his drink is the water of tears.

  3. Whenever we kiss a patch of earth with our eyes,

    Our eyelids grow musk-scented from its dust.

  4. I yearn for her, though she is my heart; do you see

    Anyone but me, possessed of longing, yearning for his own heart?

  5. And my gaze is veiled from it, since it is my very eye;

    So its remoteness is due only to its excessive nearness.

Sol 6.1