1. Oh my people, for the frightened heart,
And the rope of youth not yet cut,

2. And the memory of a beloved whose abode
Will not come to you forever except at the grave,

3. I say to a caravan I saw them
At the well of Salim, steadfast and brave,

4. Yes, if you reach Salim safely, convey
Mariam's greetings with two painful arrows,

5. I carried passion and travel gear atop a camel
Beautiful, restless like a mighty stallion