1. The she-cat howled, so what would you say to her as a maker,
And you sat complaining in your heart mutely,

2. As if when she brought her beautiful ones close,
The blood did not make a submissive gazelle flow,

3. She was sad so no one accompanied her, so she faced
From a rational person difficult roads that twist,

4. She remained wondering at the tales of deep sorrows
The blood picks the ripe fruit,

5. Leave this but my need is for Ja'far,
A man who looked to matters with insights,

6. Walking ahead and alerting with a raising building,
And if friends are preoccupied with friends,

7. The abundance of goods came to an ample end,
An ocean contended by oceans that supply it,

8. Indeed, the oceans see laws for themselves in it,
And he spends the night modestly hiding matters, while his abdomen

9. Is filled with the cold's folding, yet thought to be hungry,
Not because of lack but a trait,

10. Indeed, the generous are generous by nature,
The affair of a people you have kept over them,

11. If not for God and you, it would have been lost,
They followed you when the path was too narrow for them,

12. And your affliction refused that you become the follower,
And your fire spends the night blazing as if it were

13. A ram of the brush on a lofty place,
A target for every cannon that is shot at,

14. You see the shots have positions for them,
And you inherited six stallions whose glory

15. Is the glory of life, and you were the seventh,
And if you contend with the valor of a powerful tribe,

16. In glory, he reluctantly or willingly conceded,
The glory of a father did not get lost while you inherited his heritage,

17. When the glory of a father was lost for another,
The son of Hanzala preceded the vying in his endeavor

18. For the highest goal, swift and calm,
It bit with Abdullah when it bit with him,

19. It bit with Abdullah a cutting sword,
Matters disclose themselves to him if they face

20. What they were not makers of in their turning away,