1. Asking my friend Qanda
How are the souls of delicacy

2. I have been changed from it
To the love of it being changed

3. I have been changed, a cheek
With a dangling bucket

4. The body swings back
Like the horn of the sun it sways

5. It grew like a branch in the middle of
Water a Qurashi tribe grazed

6. So seek other than me as a friend
Then do not despair for me