1. I swear, if you dared me to pluck
The stars with my hands, I'd not falter

2. And if you challenged me to hunt
The ostriches and gazelles of Maghreb, I'd not waiver

3. Yet time's vicissitudes have left me
Wounded by you, neglected and unhealed

4. You grew weary of me amidst calamities
With no weakening of my resolve

5. Throughout my ill-fated days
Fortune's promises to me went unfulfilled

6. So remain steadfast in contentment and discreetly
Steal provocation's galvanizing power