1. O master whose branches thrived
In glory, with roots noble and pure

2. Had I walked with the sheikh through the sands
I would have raced ahead bidding farewell to all

3. I crossed the stranglers leaving behind
On the road playful foals

4. But no sheikh was a horse of pedigree
Becoming over time a steed tall

5. With every step, tears of sorrow streamed
And rightly so, they flowed

6. Crying for help under me, snorting
Mingled on his path with neighs

7. I saw the slain as he ran then he sang
After he nearly lost his mind

8. I forbid my eye from weeping for the foals
For in my heart lies much anguish