1. Let no walker envy horse riders in flurry
Every horseman is just like another walker

2. And my hands in my life and she is my beloved
Like the hands of Abi Lahab tomorrow in fate

3. And if I contemplate, nothing stirs my thinking
Except what I endure other than the blame of time

4. And I have spared my children, so they are in the blessing of
Nonexistence, which is better than the joy of now

5. And if they appeared, they would suffer hardship
That casts them into the turbulence of events

6. I am worse off than a gazelle that is leashed
Among humans frolicking in trinkets and anklets

7. Seek for yourself, O richest asylum
Where the neighing of a neighing horse does not hurt you

8. If it were not for the abundant rains of old
The gazelles would not have ripened in the pans of homes

9. And the tales of the crescent moons residing in the upper rooms
Were fed by supportive hands with scythes

10. Do not grieve over the misfortunes of ravens and
All the youths, all bound in shackles

11. And the register of death went on to write it
For one of us disputing or not disputing