1. The Arabs conjured up words and eloquence burst forth
They address you in the mouths of nomads

2. I conversed in accent with the people of accent themselves
For my fault to the people is my accent

3. O world, you were not from a deceitful mother
How many beauty marks do you have on my face and relatives

4. I was made to drink your love that nothing can deny from my body
Except dust for the blood of humans, a drinker

5. With the dead are my secrets hidden
For I am not pleased with my opinions through my opinions

6. My puzzles which are the melody of the secret did not know
What I have with me, so did my puzzles attain it?

7. You struck me with a sword or a cleaver
Of logic, yet I turned away from the two wounds

8. Your Lord did not tighten a knot around me to lessen me
Of a rank I have, from those who censured me with speech

9. I lost what I used to spend my time with
Rather, it drew what my enemies and foes used to pull

10. Like a goblet when it spent the night intoxicated
Between drinking and without perturbation

11. Evil is a flood, and whoever surrenders to it has camels
Safe from the raid of the army which it leaves for the destroyer

12. Hope, the reveler, took me prisoner with its companion
Until I mounted steeds between encampments

13. I escaped from my brothers thinking me
Among a group in garb of the perfidious, destroyers

14. It is as if I produce something new every year
Those who turned away from Egypt see eccentricity in me

15. The sword and spear, their time has passed
Does your palm have any might in a rod and blade?