1. I sacrifice myself for you, time has bared its fangs
At a gallant youth, in whom are wounds of suffering

2. My days have passed unjustly upon me, and how many do you see
A judge's complaint from a judge's vengeance

3. I hoped but time kept on being hostile
Plunging me into every torment

4. My leaving you satisfied, so I was allowed
Your leaving me, and I am not satisfied

5. I have a debt of generosity, though I am silent
To leave claiming to the noble is satisfaction

6. If I were not away today in a foreign land
Instead of claiming I would overlook

7. I have no strength to return to homelands
Nor readiness for travels passed

8. My rain of generosity if it poured down
Gratitude would come in its trails, gardens

9. With a carrier of burdens, when the youth travels
Long distances joined, plains

10. If he becomes under a traveler's mount
He goes like the going of Al-Harith bin Mudath

11. Praise the heights as long as in time there is a writer
Who pens blackness in which over white