1. O companions of the journey, where do we go?
And to where are we running and running?

2. Our path is clouded, covered by night
As if we walk in the depths of a grave

3. Our path is desolate, thorny and muddy
With prowling beasts, snakes of the desert

4. And mazes that confuse silence within
Like skepticism in the thoughts of Al-Ma'arri

5. And visions flare up like suppressed flames
Flying around his longings like a river's imagination

6. And the gloom around us is like the noose of life
Like the valley of misery, like tents of evil

7. Lying on the road, silence fills the air
And my day has a thousand vipers and claws

8. Withered, with stars clutched in its hands
Withered like a flower in a prisoner's palm

9. O companions of the journey, how long do we resist
Walking in the gloom with no rest?

10. The night disturbs our steps
And we stained every rock with our blood

11. And planted wounds along this road
And reaped the fruits, bits of embers

12. So how long do we walk upon our blood?
Where, where is rest? Do we know?

13. We are all lost in this journey, but
We are all waiting for the birth of dawn

14. We are all waiting for a beloved dawn
And waiting for the beloved seduces and captivates

15. My friends, we have a promise with dawn
Oh how I wish it would fulfill! Oh how I wish!

16. And here fatigue overcame our strength
And supplies ran out, along with all provision

17. And we walked like ghosts, listening to the beats
We heard a tune like bells ringing

18. So we disturbed the stillness until we reached
The abode of beautiful Hassan called Sister of Amr

19. We sat famished, and Hassan was appetizing
And talked as if it was melting sorcery

20. And we left with yearning in our blood
Starving, gnawing at the ribs and fleeing

21. And a wave loomed over us from the hillside
With clamor like the horror of resurrection

22. So a village spun around
And shot arrows for a while then relaxed

23. We approached to investigate but
What investigation did we perceive? What matter?

24. Eyes spewing flames and souls
Lacerated, slipping out of every chest

25. And red bodies drinking red bodies
In clothes of bloody wounds

26. And red daggers shaking, hands
Thrown like eagles into every throat

27. And the dust of chaos blew out so we rushed
In our journey, shrouding terror with terror

28. And we marched, with the night in the grip of the horizon
Like a book narrating legends of fate

29. And we tightened our wounds and marched on
As if splitting a current...an ocean

30. The ghost hovered around us so we glanced
Like the glance of a trip to a trip

31. And we heard a whisper from yesterday telling
The story of the conquerors of Badr

32. So we listened intently like a lover
Telling the story of separation

33. And a voice flowed in the stillness, calling
O companions of the journey and lovers of my life

34. My friends, the east has yawned, and slipped out
The damsels of morning from every abode

35. The birds shake their feathers in the nest
And brush off sleep from every cradle

36. As if the rays were dewy hands of roses
Shaking the eyelashes of flowers

37. And as if the branches were hands of penitents
And lips of cups of wine

38. And we continued on our way, and the procession of dawn
Pours guidance upon every inch

39. And there our path was meadows singing
In brilliance and passion, vials of fragrance

40. We are in a stream of light flowing on
And our steps know where they flow