1. إِلَيكَ خاضَت بِنا الظَلماء مُسدِفَةً

    وَالبيد تَقطَعُ فِنداً بَعدَ أَفنادِ

    Toward you she waded with us through the darkness, travelling by night,

    And crosses the desert wastes, one rocky height after another.