Between the streets a sound whirls
to the cellar of Abdo, the unfortunate one.
They say once he was in love
with a widow from the House of Saloum
She sent her heart to the one who passed away
and rejected the voice of the unfortunate one
Abdo, who was so enamoured
decided to fast from love
The women of the street were steadfast
in the houses of their men, the inebriated
Look oh neighbour ! Look at who
Has come to sing, for it is this unfortunate man.
They frantically pointed
standing in rows across the street
waiting for Abdo, the unfortunate one
to sing in a mournful voice
Flower, take a flower, O flower
Flower, prettiest flower, O flower
There is no sweeter than these flowers
Without you O flower O flower