1. Enough with your blame, o fault finder,
I do not want an alternative with parchments,

2. As if I and the armies of slaps are chasing me,
And the flutes of gossip have taken over,

3. The priest of the monastery tuned his flute at night,
With melodious notes over the priests,

4. I have been immoral and taught immorality, yet
I do not claim anything but the Lord of gifts,

5. That is because I saw reason discarded,
So I came to the people of my time with follies,

6. I will bring my troubles upon the troubled,
In love that the troubled blamed me for prohibitions,

7. I sacrifice those who avoided while the house was near,
And scattered with estrangement the solidarity of affection,

8. How my tresses have been plucked from their chests,
And estrangement is harder than plucking of tresses,

9. Quenching thirst and grazing for days gone by,
With its shortness caged, the good pleasures,

10. If I neither go nor betray my homeland,
Except to a place of alcohol and taverns,

11. Days I drag the hem of passion happily,
Perishing between intoxications and delights,

12. I substituted for them sorrows that disturb me
After joy and moments of relaxation with anxieties,

13. If it were not for the Almighty's punishment, how could
The Lord of creation imagine my torment and regrets,

14. As if it is an ordeal from the cheek of whom I suffered,
My soul with his estrangement or the union of beauties,

15. When I lodged in a house that has no one
Except people who conspired with villainy,

16. If I were among honorable people, time would not belittle me,
A time that settled upon the people of chivalry.