1. The road to Fez is long for the traveler
My yearning grows with the hours and time

2. Its black fire blazed when it called
To depart from the Red City's environs

3. The caller of bliss called me, I listened
The caller of delight delivered my hearing

4. And whenever I traveled a mile away
A specter of longing for my people and partisans

5. And the one who led me, when I defied my passion
And was not compliant to the one who prohibited it

6. And I was content with the steeds of my praise and creation
Among the gardens of my poetry and meters

7. Until when the White City was from a hill
The yearning returned to the Red and the caller

8. Why not, and among them my friends who became wealthy
While they were in it, between my entrails and ribs

9. I left them, their company not condemned
Far from intimate friends, they inherited virtue by consensus

10. I entrust God every trusting soul among them
For affection, to the breast of sincerity, suckling