1. To my father Ahmad I made a she-camel
That does not complain of a halt or departure

2. She flows with the collision of waves taking it
For its awe, a mountain towering over a mountain

3. As if her rider when traveling fast
Is still with her travel, not traveling

4. Her reins in the sailor’s hand from behind
Straightening her swerves and leanings

5. Her driver kept going slowly
At a pace outpacing the horses and camels

6. Until she reached where the prominence rises
The world's pursued hope overlooking wishes