[INTRODUCTORY SPOKEN POETRY]
That night I slept somewhere between Imaghran and Hadjus
I, son of the north... I, son of the south
When the sun sets, assuf comes to me
I am leaving today, and yesterday I departed too
I went with the ardent wind
When I passed by a thirsty tree, which was losing its flowers
[MAIN SOING LYRICS]
Assuf, son of Assuf, whose shadow comes to me when the sun sets
Assuf, I'm so sure that we are tied hard together in friendship
I make him my friend, from whom I will never be separatеd, awake or asleep
My friends, abandon your illusion, fear too much dеsire
Don't even try to engrave the traces on a stone