My great friend, I entrust you this message
Explain to my mother
That the reason for my departure
Is that I am deprived of hope

Oh my heart, you cry
Tell me why
I cry over misfortune upon misfortune
And I see no end to it.

I beg you Wind, go!
To my brother you will speak
Of all the things I sowed
And that once ripe, they were taken from
my mouth

It suffocates me, it suffocates me
I cannot stand it any longer

Oh my great master
With your beautiful melodies and golden voice
Those who suffocated and killed you
Have been known always
Why? Why do all the doors close down?

Music Cheikh El Hasnaoui, and Abdelli