1. Our fates diverge, though we are friends
I love the lofty mountains, he craves rich plains
١. خَليلانِ مُختَلِفٌ نَجرُنا
أُحِبُّ العَلاءَ وَيَهوى السِمَن
2. I yearn for Mazin blood to flow
While to him the frothy milk is dear
٢. أُريدُ دِماءَ بَني مازِنٍ
وَراقَ المُعلى بَياضُ اللَبَن