1. Will you, O time of union, return, I wonder,
And will your past deeds be recurrent?

2. Were it not for tears that ignited embers within me,
Were it not for my coals, tears would have drowned me,

3. And one like me Khuthaylah left the intimacy of her beloved,
And one like me Moses left his wet nurses,

4. It is not my head turned white with years gone by,
But events that turned my hair white.