1. For whom are the gazelles wandering at dawn,
Their likeness is smoke or cells of a ship,

2. Making the abdomen of the hyenas north,
And the radiance of the graceful ones to the right,

3. Raising a number that seduces the eye
Over every miserable humiliated one,

4. Or trained she-camels who climbed the steps of walking,
With a skill like that of the freely-flowing water,

5. Supporting to undo the confusion of what they see
A voice for the need of the melancholy one,

6. Inform the warner, the explorer about me
Neither complaining nor seeking help,

7. No, here, and would that I were on the edge of Zhūzh
And my family in Syria, land of spears,

8. By a man who has not performed a despairing disappointment
Which opportunity has verified for the sake of the present,

9. Not submissive when the incapable falters
With silence in the shades of disgrace

10. Who makes the misled camel work with the foot
The weeper complained after the gloomy one

11. With an emaciated hero and a biting command,
And a sword swift as salt to the right hand