One night in the desert of Mecca, due to sleeplessness, I could no longer walk; I laid my head down and told the camel driver to leave me alone.

How long can a poor foot traveler go?

Whose camel is weary of bearing (him).

Until a fat body becomes thin,

A thin one would have died from hardship.

He said: O brother! The sanctuary is ahead and robbers are behind; if you go, you will win, and if you sleep, you will die.

It is pleasant to sleep under the acacia trees on the desert road,

But on a night of departure, one must bid farewell to life.