1. Disasters struck in a week
A dish is shared among all

2. Those misfortunes were planted in the homes
By the hands of time, an evil crop

3. How many homes I built with virtues
And generosity and wearing armor

4. Yet misfortunes replaced for me a house
The grave is now my dwelling, a wide place

5. My home wherever I was inflamed and tired and my bedding
Is the ground when I lie down

6. My roof the sky and air, my home
My beds, the shoots of plants

7. My friend is the barn owl and the harmful
Lion, my provision is wishes, my patience my bedmate

8. Sand covers my feet, hands, and pillow
My friend is my thoughts and poetry, my spring

9. Traveling in the lands east and west
Broke in my coming and going

10. I have two wounded cheeks, one
for my humility, another for my tears

11. And my tear's god overflows from the eye
Sometimes with water and sometimes with weeping

12. But when my livelihood narrowed
I expanded it with contentment

13. Extending his hand to God, not people
Useless for glory, not losing

14. I gained nothing from astrology until
It obeyed the days, no longer obedient

15. When I inherited the ropes of glory and
The people of the time bore every horror

16. I have as a model among the people
My father Al-Qasim, of eloquent tongue

17. He avoided praising the vile and endured patience
So everything difficult came to him

18. He never stopped baking bread until
Patience enthroned him in the high place

19. Time learned it had betrayed Al-Qasim
So it repaired him after injury and pain

20. The work of days is sometimes happiness
and misfortune, and misfortune is the worst work

21. And the beloved is my intercessor with me
And my intercessor with him is the worst intercessor