1. My heart softened after it had become hardened
And grief's worries called out, so it responded

2. The forgotten one was stirred from the agony of love
And expressed sorrows and troubles

3. That's from a desolate place belonging to Salma
Wearing a robe made of coarse wool

4. The tail wind followed him, it does not cease
Nor another that drives the clouds

5. I remained in it while the caravan around me stood
Hoping a reply might be returned

6. Secondly, from the bridle and the turning of a letter
Whose color appears like kohl

7. It returns the voice to an atmosphere it competes with
Through it, the slopes call out longingly

8. Its ancestor is the courageous, valiant Abu Bakht
And its aunts were chosen as nomads