He drives a tanker and I'm coming
Behind a loving brother and a crying mother
So fill for me the bucket and the small that I may
I water my empty intestines with it
I spent several thirsty nights
As if they were empty palm trees
I tasted all kinds of sorrows
And the interruptions of its crumbling causes
Driving a tanker unless you stop
Or I did not hear the wailing of the caring mother
Or what I saw as its tents
Despite the conditions, the Toud Mountains are upright
I have nothing but the Most Merciful to fulfill my needs
I complain to Him with my supplication and hope