1. I am the one who left homelands and migrated
The caravan of love walked in muddy roads

2. And I'm still folding a kerchief after a kerchief
As if I was created to fold kerchiefs

3. So don't blame me if you see my writing
In every place I settled in

4. Perhaps the one I parted from to live far away
And whom I bid farewell before the separation

5. The days will make him settle a land I settled
Although the days are ways of life's troubles

6. So time will recite to me what I have written
And turn to shelter the branch of those troubles