1. The youths walked at dawn, smiling,
And behind them their sisters crying.

2. Before parting, they conversed with glances
And their tears made the talk full of yearning.

3. Dew poured over the flowers of Khamila
When they departed weeping and embracing.

4. As if by stifling their tears
They kindled embers in hidden hearts.

5. As if they, due to their copious weeping,
Made the beads of hearts into eyes.

6. How awful was the moment of farewell in
A land that casts its sons into the seas.

7. I melt for the virgins whenever
A curled one becomes affectionate and I become affectionate.

8. Those sisters are a comfort to us
As no perfume can suffice us over their perfume.

9. For in our misery and bliss
Our souls long for their approval and softness.

10. Whenever I recalled their eyes and the tears
They shed on the day of farewell plentifully,

11. I saw them as light and pearls in the breast
And I kept them as a most precious treasure.

12. Our sisters, may time preserve freshness
In you, so greet us if you remember us.

13. We walked fearing neither decadence
Nor misery, unaware of either.

14. Waves of a sea that were never
To heal you or heal us carried us away.

15. Happiness is a lethal deception
That entices youth with attaining it.

16. So remember us smiling in the gloom
For your dimples are stars for the sleepless.

17. And for our sake, pray every evening
And dawn, so your prayers preserve us.

18. Stretch out your hands to the sea on which
We drifted in regret and longing.

19. And plant flowers in our memory
So a soul may come to us in their fragrance.

20. Scatter them in the morning breeze over the youth
As we scattered our arms.

21. Our sisters, in your tears is a purity
That stirred the loftiest emotions within us.

22. When it flared in sorrow over
Darkness, we saw stars guiding us.

23. How wonderful your voices are, for they are
Melodies of delight that make the sorrowful yearn.

24. From them, charm in strength has influenced
So that the stiff know suppleness.

25. From your tears I took the poetry of my poem
And your talk I took as its melody.

26. Our sisters who pillow themselves for our sake,
Do you know what we endure in remoteness?

27. You cry from the tree trunk and skin that clothed
The tears of the weeping beneath the eyelids.

28. Years passed by you and passed by us
As bleak, and remembering them lasts for years.

29. In them our love and youth were scattered
Until their April became our October.

30. We were not miserable because of them and their memory,
For their wounds exhausted the suffering.

31. Your eyelids ulcerated from their tears,
And our ribs moaned, wounded.

32. Our sisters, life is short indeed,
Where we are burdened with obligations.

33. We ever justify our souls with hope
While fate excludes us from its circles.

34. The past, returning is difficult,
And more precious than it is succeeding in the future.

35. Neither a past to be hoped for in the face of
A frightening future, so between the two states we are miserable.

36. If we meet where our farewell was,
We complain of remoteness for a while and cry for a while.

37. Greetings from us to the lands of loved ones,
From which, and from you, fondness draws us near.

38. You are their intimacy and beauty,
And with you they attract distant souls.

39. This greeting contains immortal poetry
In the land that does not perish what perishes us.

40. So our mountains, plains, and thickets
Will forever echo with its ring.