1. The travelers have returned to their homes
Memories of clouds and memories of the Nile flowed through me

2. So I said: O Nile, carry on steadily flowing
And O clouds, kindly keep raining down

3. This son of Isaac has saved us with his comfort
His red pens amidst our black tribulations

4. We pluck the apples of al-‘Arf and they delight us
O their branches, blessed be your wood