1. Is it true that our neighbors have chosen
The sorrowful plains in this desolate land

2. To the furthest horizon, over the dunes
To uprising, with weapons brandished at hand

3. For such were their homes, nothing remains
Save ruins and traces in vacant sand

4. And in their halls sang maidens so fair
Soft limbs upon carpets, delight in demand

5. My longing for loved ones when they went away
Was like that of rain for the thirsty sand

6. My pact and my promise to them will remain
Strong, not to soften or come undone