1. My friend, why do the riding camels seem as though
We see them with the people turning back in retreat

2. While their necks have been severed with swords
And we fear what they will encounter

3. The guide has exhausted them with his traveling, yet urges them on
But the frightened young camels only quicken their pace

4. They bring us closer, so our longing increases
When the length of separation grows, and distance diminishes