1. Oh you who calls for glory, who voices
The tenderness of one whose eyes yearn -

2. As if my sins have shamed the ages -
I have but my caprice and mischief.

3. The goal of worldly life is corruption.
How can we within it find righteousness?

4. This dilapidated world unravels what is woven.
No living soul succeeds through it.

5. Youth leads to aging which leads to the grave,
And the morn hands him over to the winds.

6. The people are tempted by it and fooled
As the mirage fools the saline terrain.

7. The nights take from our sides
As the evening takes from the morn.

8. Is there not among its people a reasonable man
Who feels and complains of the pain of wounds?

9. I see reluctance in it to be haste
And deprivation as attainment.

10. He who wears dust is as he who wore it.
Do not be fooled by breaths of wind.

11. How can one who seeks his ruin tire himself
When he sees that fate is cast?

12. By my father I am a weary, greedy man
Stretching his wings to reach the heights.

13. Like the breast of a fading horse, my glory
And praise are for you, most generous.

14. I love more than gifts, horses, and possessions
Praise protected, not freely permitted.

15. A man gives you deeds discreetly
And no words vainly uttered.

16. As though in my plight, I complained
To a submissive man, restless in worry;

17. A loathing eye and passion
Rushing to scorn my disgrace.

18. And a bold man set to noble deeds
Transcending wine and while being sober.

19. High of purpose, his comfort rises
To the nobility of courage and generosity.

20. He surprised them, a wealthy man, when he met
The present might discarding weapons.

21. Carefree, advancing assured
To the edge of blades and armor.

22. The horses' chests were struck by his
Unstoppable cries and shouts.

23. The nimble-footed horse refuses cunning
Jabbing at the tips of spears.

24. He relieved their distress and lit their darkness,
The wise of will defies every villain.

25. He did not consider the nights' cycles
Or the hopes of blissful outcomes.

26. Through him, the palms of my hands have attained
Success preceding my steps forward.

27. I was not the first to see him,
Smooth of skin, prosperous of regions.

28. Deeds have preceded him in my eyes,
Clarifying his frank generosity.

29. Those traits, O son of Nasr,
Cannot be erased by time.