1. Bow down to Allah, o my soul
For the absent one has returned

2. Behold, the farmer has come back from the beautiful field
In his hands, the reaping sickle and the long rake

3. And on his shoulders, a heavy bundle of wheat
So he is tired and in his eyes are traces of blaze

4. Bow down to Allah, o my soul
For the absent one has returned

5. Bow down to Allah and repent
For a while, remembering the torment

6. Before the ghosts of mist crawl through the valleys
Recall memories

7. Of tormenting times
Your past wasn’t like the present

8. Anxious and sad
Bow down to Allah, o my soul

9. For the absent one has returned
Hear the bells in the chapel of the convent of nuns

10. The valley carries their echo
To the ascetic souls

11. In it are affectionate voices
And remnants of moans

12. The nuns of the convent offered
In front of the cross

13. Bow down to Allah, o my soul
For the absent one has returned