1. My nights, my nights, time has caused us so much grief,
Glory has exhausted us, and passion has worn us down.

2. My nights, my nights, our vitality is long gone,
From enduring so much hardship, if only there was no agony.

3. O four harbingers of ill fate that has led to our demise,
Along with the passage of time that has challenged us.

4. We were stricken with grief for fortune turned against us,
And the people that attacked us were granted success.

5. People were given what they desired and craved,
Yet afflictions were bestowed upon us as gifts.

6. Whoever thought the Arabs would ever deceive them,
You'd think they were brothers to the Arabs.

7. O Abi Talib, you are our leader today,
We come to you when time oppresses us.

8. We came to you from both desert and city dwellers,
Seeking you out as our riding beasts grew weary.

9. Take us by the hand, O son of the Prophet, take a stand,
For after Allah today you are our refuge.

10. The promises they made to us but did not keep,
By my life, were nothing but lies.

11. We've had enough of the people's false pledges,
Deceiving the nomads in various cunning ways.

12. We are victims of their betrayal,
From the day of Hittin until now and forevermore.

13. If only our leaders kept the promises they made,
Things would not have turned out as they did, my lord.

14. These lands now look to the day of reckoning,
So be their champion, may God watch over you.

15. The ruins of Jaffa and Haifa, yesterday their lights shone,
But now sorrow and tears have been awakened in us.

16. O son of the Prophet, have not stories reached you,
From Andalusia, relating our tales to you?