1. When we descended the sandy hill, she turned away
And Hazwa appeared to us, with its standards of dust

2. We drank from the water of longing, as though
Wine had flowed and lodged itself in our joints

3. And your stubborn eyes remained tearful
So that the bare hills would not speak

4. Why do you say that estrangement cures passion?
No, no - estrangement is but the beginning of pine