1. I glorified your lute lest it melt like our lutes
O melodious oak tree, the life of an oak tree never waned

2. The dew remains as long as a glimpse of light shows from it
It flows to it, and the oak remains sovereign!

3. And you, my master, whispered to it like an angel
So the awestruck trees fluttered confused

4. You stirred your voice in the soft songs to awaken them
Until the leaves opened up ears!

5. You saddled the clouds with the lightning of poetry, gathering it
And when you rained, the universe rained melodies!

6. Did you chant them or chant them as scriptures
Dripping from the kingdom of God weights?

7. You filled all the rivers of the earth with sails
And you said to the water: Be, O water, a flood!

8. And you came with inspired verses, perfumed
The waters raged drunk with them!

9. Blessed are you, and the oak has given you its joy
We were tested by it as a rose and branches!

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11. Muhammad bin Suleiman.. and what visions
For revelation did you water wave and river!

12. Glory be to your Lord. Was David endowed with them?
Are these the psalms or were they specialized to Solomon?

13. So shame on them for his son.. his fingers play with them
Angels that awaken the devil!

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15. My master.. O sparkling masterpiece letter ignites
Embers, yet remains sympathetic to suffering

16. It’s as if your letter, with its radiance
And greenness, is a fountain of brilliant water!

17. It’s as if, and the wing of revelation carries it
A star shining brightly in the dark

18. While we, my master, our papers were choked
From what we compress blood and smoke

19. The necks of our letters twisted forever
Over the lines, so we fear and fear them

20. We both became afraid of the line we write
That it would wake up, and we would neglect our purposes!

21. So we hide, and our poems hide us
Under symbols.. and we forget them and forget us!

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23. For seventy years we were provoked to bleed
So the earth fills wombs with grief

24. They give birth to the finest avengers of our blood
As we were sacrificial animals dressed in shrouds!

25. Graves remain deferred tenants
As long as they hold seniors of worry!

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27. For seventy years, and all the plateaus know together
That we set up at the edge of death a dock

28. The most magnificent of our births were falling stars in it
While its pillars shake pillars

29. And now we are afraid of the letter we write
And we avoid the people's offerings before everyone else!

30. I wish those bitter years were not watered
I wish that bitter bleeding did not happen!

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32. My Bedouin master, worries shook me
Grant these lame words legs

33. Maybe with my veins, despite my limpness
I will erect a balance for some people

34. I say to those who stare at me now as Arabs
May God humiliate you as uncles and brothers

35. All your countries have had their throats slit
And you are still aides to the torturer!

36.
I say your children will ask tomorrow

37. Where were their fathers among our proposals?
What do we say to them? .. They were brokers

38. To the aggressor? .. At the cheapest prices !?
What do we say? .. snakes attacked us from your homes

39. Which crawled with their burrows?
And that you, God does not please your spit

40. Your homes have become homelands for invaders?

41. And that an ember whose chimneys
From all your homes belching smoke?

42. Tomorrow will be kindled in all the land of the Arabs
And the banner of Islam will rise in flames?

43. What do we say when your dignity cries
Over her extent from excessive humiliation!

44. You have become angry with the humiliation of people laughing at you
What was said about one of you: he betrayed!

45. Is it a joke that you laugh at?
Has the language of humiliation become addiction ?!

46. Or has your status increased in humiliation
As you have now become servants and slaves ?!

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48. My Bedouin master, my voice screams blood
We started paddling to the brink of blasphemy sometimes

49. So which of our curtains have not been violated now?
And which of our countries have not suffered now?

50. And here is Damascus crying Baghdad now
A palace in which we did not betray Mu'tasim

51. And we did not mourn, even in whispers, Marwan
Nor did we scream as the stabbed screams from

52. The depths of his deep, arrogant stab
But we polish our screams to the point of Glam

53. And we may refine our tears to the point of complaint
We have become the most humiliated creatures, fight us

54. And we smile submissively and coerced
I owe you, my master, when you said long ago

55. {Humiliation was elegant until it became forgiven!}
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56. *
Now, my Bedouin master, this bleeding intercedes for me

57. To come to you thirsty
I say the waters of all the Arabs dried up

58. And you are the most bountiful of it, long lasting
So grant my mouth a sip of what you have been endowed with

59. Rivers and streams throughout your life
Maybe, and Baghdad burning looks at me

60. I run even a streamlet in its embers now
Maybe my voice rises in its minarets

61. With some of your voice a Bible and a Qur’an
Kissing people, man after man

62. And hugging houses, doors and walls
Saying a drop of water from Damascus has come

63. Water you thirsty, thirsty now
Comfort the soul until those chivalries wake up with it

64. Those eras sang them
Then, my master, Muhammad bin Suleiman falls asleep in our eyes