1. I advise you not to marry, if you fear sin,
So get engaged and do not consummate, for that is more prudent,

2. I think you are heading with your weak heart,
Which would release you from the tied knot of determined marriage,

3. To God went my first inclination
Calling to Christianity or murmuring as a Magus,

4. It is the share of the camel of the Bedouin that walked with its nose,
The people of Khuzama and the lute wood is subjugated with humiliation,

5. And the egg white of a female does not defeat the yolk of its chick,
Like the egg white of males defeated by iron,

6. Blessed are the rivers of the countries, waters flowing,
And exclusivity went to the salty Zamzam,

7. You rose above the people, Lord, above all doubt,
As if we are compelled to come to condolences,

8. And bodies are lifted and erected once,
And lowered into this dust and bundled up,

9. Instincts, its grandfather Rabia gave it,
And musical tones that tempted the soft sand grouse,

10. And an incident, as for the Thrall with its burden,
And its beauty, and the myrtle, so it was bundled up,

11. A life, if I had chosen it with my will,
My fingers would not stop being bundled up.