وَيومَ طَلَعنا مِن غُرابٍ ذَكَرتُها

عَلى شَرَفٍ بادي المَهولَةِ والحُزنِ

The day we set out from a desolate place, I remembered her

And the day we ascended from Ghurab, I remembered her,

On the brink overflowing with dread and sorrow

Upon a height where dread and sorrow were manifest.