1. They said farewell was for five,
That would come rushing from Jumada.

2. So I replied that I would take,
Weeping and grief as my supplies.

3. Glory to He who ordained love,
Between the loved ones and distance.

4. And lent the eyelids a flow,
That the servants could secretly steal.

5. Oh woe to him who denied rest,
To the eyelids under his command.