1. My reproaches to a cheek whose rose I tend,
Whose rose cheek tints me with reproach so fair.

2. By grief I swear, when joy has passed away,
On life that dies nor leaves a friend to care.

3. By grief I swear, when joy has passed away,
On life that dies nor leaves a friend to care.

4. And after right, Alkamah comes to mind,
When souls go down where death his feast doth deck.

5. And after right, round Bishr the Bani Dubya,
As trunks of trees incline when fires attack.

6. Round Bishr inclined the Bani Dubya's host,
As trunks of trees when flames drive on their track.

7. On them alighted death with lowering wings
By Kullab's side, and on time's page did smack.

8. By Kullab many a joint and gaping skull,
Of trusted friends, of gentle breeding slack.

9. Too late the kings, that find at last their friends
False, and the cup of life yields bitterest smack.

10. They rent their noses and their shame did gash,
My throat henceforth tastes not sweet friendship's snack.