Is it because of an adobe's trace that your eyes shed tears,
A place whose people came in the morning and left
in the evening,
Whose lambs are urged by pug-nosed gazelles,
Whose calves are the very reddest rose in al-Jaww?
Is it from Bint 'Ajilan that this far-flung phantom
Came when my saddle had falled and been set aside?
~ Muraqqish the Younger