1. I will not forget in al-Qadamus the epic
Of misery and days that are al-Saghb

2. Days when I was at the gates of Fatiha
It is the beginning and days are counted

3. Days when (Kanon) in its entirety
Was cold, snow, and winds all ad-Dhab

4. And the river rose, and how many arrogant ones in the river
Wandering aimlessly, its plateau returned their wandering

5. Oh village of (ad-Di) will our ties remain
Worry, fear, and illness are ancestry

6. Poetry is us and we are the dawn when it rises