1. I wish for the soft touch of life in a house of suffering
And the nights refuse anything but stinginess and smoothness

2. And I like the disposition of lowliness and probity
But the caprice of fate changed my disposition

3. And the hillside of friends is of no use to me
Nor am I, in self-esteem, very friendly

4. And God, the Powerful brought me sweetness
Why don’t I, in fear of God, cut off my sweetness

5. And the sons of the world, their glory is worn out
Due to the standing of a leader from Khuzaymah’s world

6. And the living did not fight except out of foolishness
If only my love was for the warrior living

7. And the notable men perish even though
The places of eras are like the places of notables

8. And no bosom of a mother of ‘Ufayr [clan name] shone
Nor a mother of Ghufayr between As and Dhiyan

9. I wish for the highest ranks to go astray
And the quilt of night beneath ‘Ulayyan