1. Turn away from us and be gone, O Fatima
Before the camel is seen standing

2. Do you not see my tears flowing
Beware of you, we will not get along

3. So she went away constantly accelerating
With bountiful branches swaying

4. As if floating in her folded robe
By God you are better gone

5. With cheeks like monastery and convent
With pure complexion and braided hair

6. Better than receiving your insults
And a caller seeking your company