1. The daughter of fortune sits with us clinging
Her necklace to hearts that wildly yearn

2. And reveals what her fervent love conceals
My soul drowning in pouring tears

3. My tears flowed like water, so I stemmed their tide
With soft palm-tips gently pressed to eyes

4. And returned love's greetings from her eyes
With a waking glance in a dreamer's reverie

5. I am the son of Abi Salma, my grandsire an oppressor
And my mother a mare stolen by foreigners

6. Am I not a lad of the noblest stock
With talismans tied and fortune's beams

7. If all men were of common birth
And I came with my grandsire an oppressor and son of an oppressor

8. The people's necks would bow low to us
Prostrate at our feet and kissing the earth