1. Had the glances of your drooping eyelids been safe
It would have been the first dawn in love complaining

2. The first tears began to flow when the cheeks of the living
Began with emaciation and solidity

3. And behind the letters a morning sun
Wandering in the wings of a dark gloomy night

4. With outstretched hands the youths beckoned it
With rights below the scope of the knotty wood

5. As if her tears on the day of parting had flowed
From the water of her cheeks or from fresh water springs

6. What is wrong with rhymes that their beauty has marked a people
And they were delighted with the son of Fahd, what an inspiration!

7. So every day it shows him a fragrant meadow
That nurtures beauty and delight in the meadow

8. Adorned fingers, when they intertwined,
Laugh from a cheek competing in generosity

9. Praise leaned toward him, so he leaned
His leaned body towards it, in intimacy and fine garments

10. I boast of what his right hand ruled in valor
Unless his wishful hoping ruled it

11. And striving in seeking glory, his resolve
Is continuous in it with persistence

12. His lineage inhabited with the seeds of crowns
So none enumerate but those with a crown

13. With dark brown, his years advance a spark
Between the ribs, intestines, and whispers

14. And the white above the zebra's backs fluttering
As if they were a fire above the waves

15. A resolve, when the people experienced adversity
A tribulation was revealed from it, glowing

16. O father of knights, I unleash my resolve
In what I attempt of remoteness and agitation

17. Alienating the people whose ropes have worn out
And generosity has demolished in them any trails

18. You see the literary man being scorned among their backs
As if he were a Bedouin among non-Arabs!

19. It does not perturb them that I praised them
Nor does it anger them that I address them

20. And you know that I have a long journey ahead of me
I am in great need of books for it

21. Nothing prolongs my stay in their homes
Except waiting for luggage and belongings