1. O worshipper of the two holy sites, if you could see us
You would know that in worship you are only playing

2. He whose cheeks get dyed with his tears
Our throats get dyed with our blood

3. Or he who exhausts his horses in vain
Our horses get exhausted at dawn

4. The fragrance of amber for you, while we are the amber
The scent of lattices and sweetest dust