Be watchful, the bear is near! Sail!
Not a fleet, only a small boat
to look for the jewel, the pearl.
And I will row towards my death
If you are willing to be the pilot.
Together we shall face the blessed
though dreadful storm.
Together, fearless, when sink below.
Down, in the stillness of the ocean
which you know so well,
Among a fleet of sunken vessels,
A whole oyster bank awaits us.
Dear brothers-sisters, in Egypt we as
representatives of the world group will row fast.