1. O rider who is traveling the past as if living it
A free meaning that cuts through the farness of the two abodes

2. My eagerness whose flames fear no demands
Excuse me, for I am still free in my sayings

3. If you smell the aroma of the sand dunes flee from the wolves
May what you relay of news reward you

4. Just as the unjust person, if he hides, is given generosity
He is denied it if he joins the caravans openly

5. Denounce the one who profits from the ships
And the boats from the work of my hands

6. And sent forth my dear ones embarking and bidding farewell
Charging them with parting and separation

7. The path left them without supplies
The Turks have no honorable one who lends a hand

8. O riders, leave me be and neglect my letters
A meaning from me no more playing with words

9. The lion Abu Suleiman free of accusations
Guardian of the orphans through dire years

10. We dislike the complainers during times of torment
We count him by his crying during times of agony

11. O frequenter and water-bearer of the valleys
O caller who is loyal in disposition and roots

12. O lion that predators do not dare to confront
O winner of bounty on the day of terror

13. O sheikh of the sea, generous in giving
O pure of soul and inclination

14. These are foolish words erecting playthings
They retired from it denying kindness

15. They left our protections like scattered clouds
And cut us off between a desolate mirage

16. They made us on Turkish land like victims
And all of us in their homelands are disgraced

17. My thoughts failed regarding all schemes
And my patience shortened regarding all questions

18. O sheikh it is not with cunning and methods
We in Turkish lands are deaf and confused

19. No might appears unless you leave fear and shame
And your honor is in parting from the Turks' wicked deeds

20. The jesters have consoled the grieved
And the virtuous with parchment have appealed to the king

21. My soul has traversed all roads
I have seen none but the Russians healing anguish

22. The proximity of our dwellings we want no cunning
If a wind blows for one day we become delirious

23. Beyond the gates of Rome I have no cleverness
And without sea vessels I have no companions

24. If not for livelihood I would wander like nomads
I prepared myself for the bitter with great exertion

25. We traveled on the heights walking and riding
At night we march and during the day we rest

26. As for my wants they restrict them the passageways
The path of defeat for the sparse periods

27. While we are many like locusts
And the house of glory through it lies a hundred burdens

28. The greetings of peace to the house of the honorable ones
As for my home - anguish and calamities upon it

29. And your words - the northern path has terrors
And my soul nearly departs without hoping

30. And we taste the bitterness of affliction
And are lost between those who coddle worries

31. More beloved to me than the Turks' presence
My sun sets among a people that are stingy

32. One who does not acquire goodness while available
And one who does not lose, O blamer of generosity, is asking

33. Apportioned for you without hatred or blame
Comes to you without books or proof

34. O God, O you whom complainers seek
O living, worshipped by all tribes

35. O watcher over the accounts of property and servants
O lifter of the seven oft-repeated verses and eternal shadows

36. Release us after these sufferings
And show our joy after the completion of worries

37. With the Chosen One, O knower of the unseen
And the prophets and followers carrying messages