1. Abbas, O most loyal brother,
You promised sweat,

2. And I have spent two nights in insomnia, longing for it.
Hope comes and goes,

3. Calling out from sweat.
When will the fair one see,

4. The white one quenching the burning?
The breeze of Lebanon, how fragrant is its scent and gentle.

5. How good is the soul when,
We take in its scent.

6. Abbas, O most loyal brother,
And who with this description is more deserving?

7. My praise has preceded your favor to me, so it has preceded.