1. A caravan in the darkness of night
Coming down from the peaks of hills

2. It came like a brave, intrepid army
And dispersed like free-roaming camels

3. As if it and the lightning were smiling
A regiment with gilded banners

4. It approached the land without modesty
Then cried a wailing, anguished weeping

5. So it rejoiced at abundant favor
And wealth that rules over executions

6. As if it were dressed in robes of clouds
Adorned, having removed the ihram