1. Mu'awiya, I barely come to you growing weak
With my camel, the backs of the heroes grow tired

2. The saddle rubs into the back happily when it sees it
If the crow has laid its saddlecloth

3. It roams the earth towards you without tiring
If the mirage has clothed the dune for it

4. You were the one hoped for and in you she called out
To revive her if the clouds were stingy