1. Tears streamed down
From a gloomy eyelid because of what it contains

2. Crying the sorrow of tribulations
That descended, so it chirped from its ridges

3. It forgot the days of youth
And what was fulfilled of its discourse

4. It proposed pain, so the cycles of death approached in its sides
The curls of my twisting hair whitened

5. And poverty frolicked in its youth
Constant poverty, a persistent knocker

6. I began to cry from its torment
And the expensive price of living

7. Is deadly every day in its ups and downs
And its time has shortened

8. My hope, so it shortened from reaching it
And earning has weakened me

9. From the humiliation of acquiring it
And rain pours constantly

10. From its clouds and the life of its mist
Afflictions have gathered upon

11. A free man confused in his estrangement
If they landed upon

12. Anyone, they would wreak havoc on his hills
So time betrayed me, and bit me angrily with its fangs

13. Then it drew an arrow at me
For it was firmly in its feet

14. So I fled from it to a young man
Who never fails those who seek his door

15. At times, the young man
Supports his brother in his affliction

16. And reprimands the questioner
Even if with a cup of his drink

17. I found him targeted
To me, I felt safe from his withdrawal

18. Offering to the needs of the
Brothers, continuing in his reckoning

19. Listen, Abu Abdullah
To a fair saying in its correctness

20. Your generosity is more beneficial than abundant
Rain pouring in its flows

21. For the rain continuously harmed me
With its permanence, and the life of its clouds

22. Al-Ghiyath wrote it for me to
Unite my matter in its divergence

23. And you sufficed me from the garment of time
While standing up to its dogs

24. So I gained lasting gratitude
And collected your reward in its reward

25. You issued it, turning away
From its arrival, not from its return

26. Rejoicing, its joy
Almost wetting the dress on its clothes

27. My soul is ransom for you from a
Jealous one who envies his companions

28. I do not ask your pardon
For what the rain borrowed of its departure

29. Rather, I ask your pardon in it as
Payment for its accommodation