1. Others are changed by a flirting girl
And yearn for them wherever they set up camp

2. While only a cooing dove stirs me
And I am roused by the morning breeze and clouds

3. But I weep for a time now past
With my two tear ducts so tears just flow

4. The days when youth was in full bloom
United with she who I love, destiny facing me

5. I fell short of enjoying youth though it was mine
With carefree rambling and gentle reproach

6. How I used to ramble with the morning breeze like the breeze
And the brilliant morning star served me the purest wine

7. Most deserving of blame is a poet
Who berates people's stinginess yet is stingy himself

8.
Alas I have a soul that is chaste and an resolve

9. Without which even the gaunt come begging
I praise the generosity of benefactors when given

10. They spurn favors and give generously to the lowly
Oh you who roast the bread and it is

11. Miserable to camp there and a miserable camp
Convey to the submitted if you reach a Muslim

12. The dog cannot do what it does
And respond to him with some of his own poetry

13. For garbage is placed amidst piles of trash
Can I blame people when you, hyena of mischief,

14. Were yesterday prowling between their homes
They sang to you when your palms did not know bounty

15. And gave you water when your people's water bags dripped
They saw you in rags worth a single coin

16. So they clothed you as you strutted in fabric and luxury
You slandered praise of Al-Suhayli though

17. His train is longer than the necks of your people
You claimed that the wing is bigger than a palm

18. Than Hatem and Al-Samawal's shed
By God, you only likened it to rubbish

19. Like the smelly son of Al-Aleef the vilest of plebs
I think Bahdal guided his she-camel

20. In the middle of the road with your mother's head below
Had I been there in the morning

21. O son of Al-Aleef, your army would have been crushed
And upon your homes and your morning would be

22. Lightning bolts from me when they come down and move on
But you were absent and the expanse of your land contains women

23. So you fell between their homes flirting
And when nobles leave a land

24. The raven stays there crying and wailing
And when a donkey is in a people's land who have seen

25. No horses there, they say what a magnificent stallion
Poetry like the hollow of a drum, nothing inside

26. Yet it occupies the hearing
By God, they did not give you anything for your

27. Profuse poetry but singers keep singing
And I was amazed when they said so-and-so is a poet