1. When the morning breeze blew gently
I felt a weakened heart in its blowing

2. And it brought me news that my people
With whom I fell in love, had departed

3. They did not pity those left behind
In the valleys of separation, fallen and abandoned

4. I yearn sadly and suffer from passion
For them, whenever they drove the camels

5. I carried injustice and estrangement alone
Despite myself, beyond what I can endure

6. Estrangement leaves me no patience
To abandon the encampments and hills

7. I have grown accustomed to illness until
When longing leaves me, my body grows frail

8. And if I removed the armor from me
You would see behind it an emaciated form