Sing as you dress me, my sisters;
Make me beautiful for my beloved.
Feast on figs and almonds, my brothers;
Then fetch my beloved.
Be happy for me, my sisters;
Soon you will find your beloved.
Why are you knocking at the door, my brothers?
Why is there blood on my beloved?
Gather up your tears, my sisters;
And bury them with my beloved.
Now bring me the belt, my brothers.
I must avenge my beloved.
Strap it tight to my waist, my sisters;
I am going to my beloved.
The bus is full, my brothers. For the journey.