1. My friend, the blame for loving a camel
Almost took my life this morning.

2. So look today at who you were in love with,
And forget about him, leave me be.

3. It is enough for me, with the memory of Hind,
Lost in thought, ever sorrowful.

4. And when I come to complain to her
Of some of my agony and torment,

5. I am dazzled by love, losing my reason,
My tongue disobeying my own will.

6. I forget what carefully crafted words
I had prepared for her, losing my eloquence.