1. O Khazami of Babylon, prepare the greetings,
As your tent is shaded by pouring clouds,

2. And your pastoral life is watched by glances of eyes that do not approach the vanities,
The fingers that reach out do not enjoy you,

3. I find pleasure in spreading you out on the hilltops whenever
The breeze plays with it while the joker jokes,

4. And a harm that benefits you pleases me,
What have you found from the fleeting imagination?

5. Do you think your beloved gazelle can stop me in realities?
I have devoted my religion to falsehood,

6. Or should I not search for the hiding place of a friend
Except I tear open the pocket of the sluggish,

7. O you who gave the sides leadership over
The smooth hill to the barren dune,

8. Throw down thunderbolts quickly over my head
Or scatter them with rain throwing hail,

9. And roll up your hands to the sky like an amazed scorpion
Whose pincers glimmer in both hands,

10. And restrain the gifts for their sake, for were it not for loving them
I would not have desired to receive the attainments,

11. I wiped the face of fate and then I saw it behind me
With the chastity of its teat and the carrier,

12. And I rode the raging incidents, leaning
Between the shoulders and the branch of the shoulder,

13. And I had cocked my ear to make its delegation keep away
As far as the north from the leaning brave,

14. So I left the door of the kingdom while it was screened
Talking nonsense about the kingdom of the just king,

15. And I was sure with it of the war booty in the future
And I gained seeing his face in the present,

16. And I blamed it at the canopy, if only my bones remained intact,
The acceptance of it showered upon me

17. At my prey in the tremendous position,
The seven heights bowed down to the crown of the faith

18. Judging it by the final judgment,
It moved the steeds close to the litters successively

19. Narrating the resolve of a traveller with great numbers,
So the leap saddles them without trappings,

20. And the scolding restrains them without halters,
Until they left tracks in Iraq hurriedly

21. Whose horseshoes cultivated its soil with small spades
Neither the arrows penetrate them, nor all the beasts,

22. And they consider its breastplates a shield for every fighter,
The spear pierced the hearts so you do not see in the meadows except the withering upon the withered,

23. And the swords embraced each other an embrace of the certain beloved and the devoted lover,
How much I said, while they waved over their heads:

24. O you who saw the inferior above the superior!
Where are the excuses and kinsmen who excused themselves?

25. They left and their dignity is not with the departing,
They felt safe from the darkness of the night until the dawn visited them

26. With every rising radiance, valiant and hero,
Their breastplates recognize horsemanship and his right hand recognizes

27. The separator with the piercing sword,
And you were saved, O disobedience of the sinful, preparing

28. To describe cleverness to the camel carrying litter,
The sons of Hamdan fled from your love after

29. They judged you with the judgment of the prejudiced,
If only your neighbor was faithful from Rabee'ah,

30. He would protect your position in the words of the speaker,
He conveyed the bitter blame before his estrangement

31. Making you a lesson of the sincere adviser,
And he extracted the elite of a master in soil

32. Which cut your roots while being not deep-rooted,
And it grew for me from wonders that

33. He broke up the battalions of his wrestling army,
With the superiority of the Pleiades, Aamir triumphed

34. And the Nukhairah star overcomes the daughter of Wael,
Wearing the necklaces of every praised

35. Whose amulets hung from an arousing eyelid,
Until when the conflict avoided its turmoil,

36. Each warrior threw down his weapons and fled like an escapee,
So beware, O blades of the swords, if the

37. Feeble joints whose veins protrude become manifest,
That joints catch you in striking that are not concerned with anything but entwining the swords,

38. And you claimed that their bodies are polished,
Why not bless the work of the polisher?

39. Their saddles flew, and the steeds chased them,
One of the complete camels, a daughter of the perfect,

40. So avoid the spears, and if you approach elevated
You will embrace the past of the misleading death,

41. We thought you would protect it in the stronghold
To be the first drinker in the battle,

42. But you disappointed us when you turned it away
To hide the flawlessness of your diminishing figure,

43. And you left your neighbor raising both his hands to you
Not out of his pride,

44. To the horses in a soft meadow asking for a drink,
You surrendered it and when the brave horses snatched

45. The reins of a brown smooth-flanked steed,
Do you not fear that a narrator would say

46. A horseman dismounted for a pedestrian amongst the people?
Be steady in tracking, and if you are called to battle, then fight,

47. And travel to enjoy guesses, justifying
The secrets of your palm to the procrastinating enemy,

48. Clinging to the frontier of Tadmur, blaming
The lightning at the palaces of the coast,

49. You wish Tha'labah would lend you his enemy,
Should I lend you my enemy, O Tha'labah the eating beast?

50. O sons of 'Adiy, for long I warned you,
The flocks of the reckless, fleeing camel cows,

51. The rays of the sun move in its colors
And the sun accompanies it with an obscuring color,

52. The peaks of the knights on the day of the Deluge of Babylon,
And upon the fifths, their blades made the skulls for the soldiers

53. A mixture between skulls and anklets,
Or whenever the long necks ignorance showed

54. The ropes of ignorance met the ropes of ignorance,
O you, the king, from whom neither

55. Generosity nor dew are sought by means,
You gave in seriousness and jest his wish to the desirer and the request of the asker,

56. And you sobered from the intoxication of wine and did not say
If only generosity did not love my traits,

57. Your fear did not leave in the battalions and spears and the whites
Except an adornment for the carrier,

58. And blamers whom the swords wearied in their hearts
And approached, but they do not intend anyone but the killer,

59. You aimed a stab in his throat
And gifted another’s gaping wound to the withering,

60. You really made a great stand in the land of Babylon,
For which the tradition of time, the heedless, flew,

61. The towers of Constantinople are strung
From Kairouan to the island of Kabul,

62. You still voraciously devour the religions in the waves
And annihilate their army like yesterday's departing,

63. Their bodies belong to the swords and their desires belong to
The tomb and the croaking raven,