1. O ancient house, come hither
A light for you in our hearts shines clear

2. I complain to you of the deserts I crossed
In which I sent forth my tears streaming

3. I wake and sleep finding no rest
I stay up at dawn and journey at dusk

4. Though the camel litter complains from the load
It walks on proudly through the campsites

5. Our mounts have carried us here to you
Yearning, though hoping not for union

6. Cutting through thorns and over sand dunes
And cheek - though it complains not of fatigue

7. It is not the ache of longing I lament
But the burdens I bear, having come in vain