1. Oh, who will tell my dear Khirash
News may reach you from afar

2. Or from one you don’t prepare
Shoes or food for when they are

3. Calling him to come and meet
But alas the Waleed was a fool

4. So he poured his cup out empty
Like tears streaming from his eyes

5. And he went without his love at dusk
As the black Syrian mountains loomed

6. Know, oh Khirash, the best emigrant
After leaving is one satisfied

7. For in seeking righteousness after me
You’re like perfumed wood - untrapped