1. O my friend, may God prolong your guidance
Crooked over the chests of the saddled camels

2. Then raise your eyes, do any camps appear to us
With tents, O fatigue of the soul from camps

3. Love them, even if the house were all-encompassing
And the countries in which one dwells as homeland

4. The ships coming from Tabarak one after another
Like a caravan of camels in a line

5. Oh how I wish, while fates prevail
And the eye sheds tears at times from sadness

6. Shall I rest my hand on a cheek
On a hill between the pool and twisted valley