1. They departed in droves like a flock of ostriches
Stirring up passion and igniting fervor

2. I confront them so they bend me
And depart hastily treading their path

3. I entreat them with the bridle of passion
If only they would taste it, echo would be quenched

4. They divided the regions of this heart
One part is there, the other here

5. And they went away, bliss makes them laugh
While their absence kills me with weeping

6. I swore to them by the Mother of the Book
Indeed ardor has reached its utmost extremity

7. And I adjured them by the crescent's bridle
Which contains no mercy or guidance

8. Then they came from the gardens' sides
Breezes dripping with dew

9. They greeted me so I kissed palms
When they departed, I kissed the ground

10. They went bestowing upon the virtuous
Moving every hand to generosity

11. That was not out of their concerns
Nor were they among those deprived of riches

12. But they extended their palms
To mend separation and relieve distress

13. They clothed the wounded their mantles enveloped
Layers of fine gossamer

14. May God reward a people called to bounty
So their palms overflowed with blessings

15. Braids that humble the armor of warriors
And from which the sinews of might branch out

16. Jostling in the billows of generosity
As they jostle in the darkness of battle

17. May God reward every glorious hero
Who defends the household and protects sanctuary