1. Your love intoxicated me the day of the two sands, O Shafar,
And the hunter may become the adorned prey.

2. O image beautified by the Painter!
The gazelle has its neck and forehead for pearls.

3. Until the protectors marched
And the essence of the Prophet's incense arose,

4. And from the Abbasids a yellow stream sprang forth,
Growing through a good branch and element,

5. Passion came to the people, dazzling,
And it called in the night, a shining day,

6. I am the one who, if it were said I was a poet,
My poetry would unveil the fog and inform prose,

7. After months and months passed me by,
I said to myself: “Be patient, the soul grows stronger.”

8. Do not take lightly a band that marches forth,
Neither stellar nor sinking.

9. And news differs, it is the resurrection,
Or the purified Caliph will hear,

10. From me, for I am every green wing,
And rains pour in Anbar,

11. The rain is hoped for and the houses thrive,
It was nothing but the army came upon it,

12. Until it flourished with mosque and pulpit,
Nothing remained of Marwan's eye to see,

13. Neither absent nor people present,
Alas! The stubborn conferrer has perished!

14. And the Anbar became a house rebuilt,
While from Syria its walls crumbled.

15. Khamis, Bab Tebn, and Mouqar collapsed,
Tadmor collapsed after resisting,

16. And only Erqer remained of Wasit,
Other than the monastery of Al-Akhdhar,

17. Where is Abu Ward and where is Al-Kawthar?
And where is Marwan and where is Al-Ashqar?

18. And where is Fall who was not confused?
And where is your conferrer?

19. And Aamir and Aamir and press them!