لَبِسْتُ الْآنَ قُبَّعَةً بَعِيدًا

عَنِ الْأَوْطَانِ، مُعْتَادَ الشُّجُونِ

Now I wear a hat away from homelands, accustomed to sorrows

If it has changed my appearance, when I take off the turban, you will recognize me

فَإِنْ هِيَ غَيَّرَتْ شَكْلِي فَإِنِّي

«مَتَى أَضَعِ الْعِمَامَةَ تَعْرِفُونِي»