1. Spare me your looks if I'm not striking to you
And look only at the beauty of my words

2. For I and the best speech, whatever was truthful
In pride, am foremost to every boast

3. I marry in the home of the preservers even if distant
And every bygone rolled up his sleeves from it

4. And if a people deviated from guidance and changed
I with the smile of moderation did not change

5. And I know that fate plays tricks with its turns
With whatever it wished of the stingy's wealth, the tight-fisted's

6. For demise is a debt upon us, its decree
Between one served his cup and another delayed

7. And there are no people like mine in bliss and generosity
Nor a band on a frightening day like my band

8. They pitched tents for the visitors
And they raised fires for the enlightened

9. And they uncovered on the day of calamity its disasters
With every long-armed mighty warrior

10. So if you don't know my might and help
Then ask about my help every courageous warrior

11. And every polished armor by strikes dented
And every loud-voiced by stabbing cracked

12. And where is my stance if you don't know my abode
Search for me in the lair of every cat

13. You blamed me for squandering my money, but do you see
We gather only for the generous squanderers

14. I distribute it before what prevents it
My departure from it with the destined oblivion

15. And before I am lowered into a narrow, dusty
Grave to moulder, debris-filled

16. Caesar passed after Chosroes, and the days toy
With the wealth of Chosroes and Caesar

17. And demise wandered in the houses of the burnt
And passed through generations of Manzur's descendants

18. They were not defended from a predatory dove
With copious or numerous wealth

19. Between the generous spender crowned
And the smooth-wristed bejeweled

20. And they listened to the caller of demise and scattered
Scatter like frightened mice

21. And it drove them from what they built
As gusts of wind blow the heavy clouds

22. It removed so nothing of their arrogance remained
And humbled whatever haughtiness it left them

23. And they were once a delight to contemplate
Then they turned into a regret for remembrance