O mouldering remains

O mouldering remains (of the encampment) at al-Uthayl, where I played with friendly maidens!
Yesterday it was cheerful and smiling, but to-day it has become desolate and frowning.
They went far away and I was unaware of them, and they knew not that my mind was watching over them,
Following them wherever they journeyed and pitched tents, and sometimes it was managing the beasts of burden,
Until, when they alighted in a barren wilderness and pitched tents and spread the carpets,
It brought them back to a meadow verdant and ripe which erstwhile had been an arid desert.
They did not halt at any place but its meadow contained forms beautiful as peacocks,
And they did not depart from any place but its earth contained tombs of their lovers.