1. He sang to us one scorching day,
My friends then died of cold away,
ูก. ุบููู ููุง ููู
ู ุญุฑูู
ูู
ุงุชู ุจุฑุฏุงู ุฑูุงูู
2. Would we were in the Hijaz still,
When hot winds blew oโer Irฤqโs hill.
ูข. ูุง ููุชูุง ูู ุญุฌุงุฒู
ุฅุฐุง ุดุฏุง ูู ุนุฑุงูู