وصَلْتُ حَثيثَ السّيْرِ فيمَنْ فَلَى الفَلا
فَلا خاطِرِي لمّا نأى وانْجَلَى انْجَلى
I pressed on swiftly with those who crossed the open wastes.
Yet my thoughts did not clear when he went far away and departed.
ولا نسَخَتْ كَرْبي بقَلْبِيَ سَلْوَةً
فلمّا سَرى فيهِ نَسيمُ سَلا سَلا
Nor did solace in my heart erase my anguish.
But when the breeze of Salé passed through it, my heart found solace.
Sol 6