We stayed with the Banu 'Addi until the caravan was ready, and they prepared their provisions and made their food. Then the camel was brought, and we set out from it. We traveled until we reached Al-Kharijah, and on the fifth day, we found it had been trampled by horses, like children playing with a carpet, or dodging with a carpet. It had fruits that souls desired and eyes delighted in, with low prices and good trade. We stayed there for five days. On the morning of the sixth day, we set off and traveled for two days. On the third day, we reached a town called Airis. It is a town that the Arabs have taken over from the injustice of the rulers, and its people have been scattered after its horses were ruined and its beauty faded, though it was once beautiful. We stayed there for two days until our camels recovered and were refreshed by the journey. We traveled for two days and stopped in a town called Bulāq. It is inhabited by people who are poor. Most of its landmarks have been erased, and the buildings of its people have crumbled, and its most famous is the palace, which bears dates but is not eaten by the people. Instead, they take from it as if they were sleeping. Remembering its name, Bulāq, reminded me of Egypt, may God protect it from all harm and affliction. My tears flowed, and my grief and lamentation intensified, so I recited poetry: I remembered