1. You have become accustomed to regret without limit,
Its harm is feared and its bitterness endures,

2. With hands as loose as a happy reveller's or Abi Hanash's,
Unconstrained when you encounter it and without limit,

3. And Abu Ghailan might roam with his companions
With coffee without a speck of bitterness in its pot,

4. A pipe made by a highly-skilled craftsman
As if an ibex bleated from it,

5. It raises the soul with its scent,
If the dead were revived by it, they would spread out,

6. And I converse with Arwa while she is empty,
Neither the talk cures me of her, nor the gazing,

7. Arwa cannot cure you of the sickness that plagues you,
Nor are you with what she has, content,

8. As if the musk pearl's scent escaped,
Until its merchant bought it at the highest price,

9. Above Arwa's kiss or brightening,
A planet shines above the bottle's waist,

10. Can a slaughtered, miserable Arwa bring you close,
Neither moaning, nor to be complained of, nor false?

11. As if she were a brown hyena in its lairs,
Having in each desolate place a track,

12. I remember what of her troubles can be borne,
Neither roses a gift, nor their issuing, a breast,

13. Red, you would think the wild ox's color mixed with it,
As if when it falls back, it is a stone,

14. In a passion that the seasons of summer nurtured,
Until when the ankle-bracelets and necklaces dried out,

15. It became a skin bottle for an hour when Shaban clothed it,
And it brought forth young after being barren,

16. As if its relative the Copt, when it shrivelled,
And the remnants of water were about to be squeezed out,

17. Suspended them in the air, one of harm
Upon resentments until the harm goes away,

18. Checkering its eyebrows, its gills have pained it,
So it punishes them sometimes and takes revenge,

19. An Eel whose coat the worms of summer wasted,
So the ribs are bare and the belly sunken,

20. It has tired him and shown from his sides,
The length of day and a persistent, sleepless night,

21. Until when at dawn, dawn rose clearly,
Its knot and the sheep dug up,

22. And the wind blew evil in Al-Bohoma its regiments,
And the flood gathered from Na’man and Al-Khadhr,

23. And the thirsty remained in the wilderness provoked,
A day on which the wild beasts’ fats almost melt,

24. It searches Al-Ahsa’ from gazelles, and it had known,
Where the wilderness spills its water,

25. And every notion it had hoped for misled it,
From Al-Samad and its water bubbles betrayed it,

26. So it is evil in its thinking about it, and has for it,
Neither in Al-Baida not stored, nor in Al-Ays,

27. It reminded it of a blue waterhole, its banks,
For it, when the wind twists between them, a river,

28. So a salty marsh, if it perceived and followed it,
Would fall short, the riding camel in mustering,

29. Suspending them in slippery clay that it kneads,
Between the ribs and a power not to be fazed,

30. The hardness of eagles, so neither the ostrich provokes it,
Nor the chewing (animals) from its flanks scatter,

31. It protects them when they spend the night fearfully,
An iron edge and a fearful, cautious heart,

32. So they are frightened, wary because of it,
While it is prepared and ready for fear,