1. O rider of the swift-paced camel, shrouded
In the garb of darkness like a star that shone on the horizon

2. Make haste to Taibah before the throngs gather
That the rain may extinguish the embers or quench the burning thirst

3. Be my companion that we may hasten towards it
Whether imprinted on my cheek or engraved in my eyes

4. May you, with your generosity, enliven
My soul and attain that which restores my vigor

5. And if you come, say I was left as a pledge
To longing, coming to you though the separation was prolonged and lingered