1. What ails these comforts that their charm grows stale
Though stars maintain routines that never fail

2. And instinct guards the honor of devout men
While reason hates the diligent brought down

3. Christians chant in their cloisters, books arrayed
And Jews recite their scriptures undismayed

4. These times lack the companionship that graced
An age whose warmth and welcome never ceased

5. I think restraint a virtuous trait no less
Than India thinks its claws are meant to bless

6. Sects breed dissent, each finds the rest profane
Masking in others what themselves contain

7. The sands of Nejd have swallowed up the band
That dwelt there once, eating its wastes of sand

8. While Arabs shun cultured airs to rove
Through waste lands, tents, and sun-scorched places they love

9. Their slave girls were like스트 to gazelles
Now, heavy round their waists hang many bells

10. Cities make room for them, they are feasts
For kingdoms, not some waste's unwanted guests

11. Nothing remains but that their steeds should race
With spears to rend its sands and desolate space

12. They charge at horsemen with their Indian blades
While the Viceroy in Egypt pays them tribute aid

13. They roam the dark, their eyelids painted black
With kohl, while stars above race on their track

14. Flints kindle at Byzantium and Amir
Lights in Syria the watch fires people stir

15. When heavy grows the burden of your crimes
Make pure repentance – God forgives betimes