1. He did not know that tears are the best supplies
Until he arrived at Al-Aamiriyah leading

2. He bid farewell to the valleys of grief when you
Shed your flowing tears towards the valleys

3. So why do the ships rely on a guide
While the clouds of your eyelids are the refuge of visitors

4. They traveled but neither Al-Jur'a'a, feverish with thirst
Nor the valley of Al-Arakah is my valley

5. Watering days that wore their new clothes
And the matter is my own and the purpose is my own

6. I have nothing but beauty from the herd of camels
I have nothing but happiness with Sa'd

7. You come to me at night, a child disputes me
A gazelle wishing for the whiteness of forearms

8. Yearning as the gazelle yearns and bending
Over the likes of the plaited bracelet threads

9. And were it not for the lightness of her stature
She would shower the compliant pearls upon me

10. O people of Najd, for your seeker of help
There is no savior, and does your prisoner have a redeemer?

11. Your stinginess has stinted the union of her love
I hung my hopes on it, so I got hung

12. I have no excuse if I cast the arrows of an ungenerous
Whose nobility the dew of beauty has lain in wait for

13. I hung my hopes on it, so I got hung
By its giving of boons a return

14. By his refined morals, were it not for his generosity
The mother of dew would not have given glad tidings of a gallant one

15. The reception of favors, far-reaching, lofty
Chaste souls and pure garments

16. Singing and spending when fate portions his days
A day of dew and a day of executioner

17. One who does not withhold like Hatem and bravery
Woven with the heroism of Al-Harith ibn 'Abbad

18. A rain if the living withheld, a lion if
The battle obscured a towering mountain

19. Free-spirited, open-handed, clever
Refuge of the chaste and shrine of archers

20. One whose verses do not say what the guests said
In the poetry of Hammad

21. O enviers, you wished for generosity from me
From it appeared, to the envious, a star

22. After its gloom, the days laughed at it
The swords laughed that came out of the scabbards

23. One whose dust does not heal in his line
Is not Abd al-Hamid or the youth of 'Abbad

24. And if his outstanding talents flowed in poetry
In the case of Falcom in the depths of Ziyad

25. He overcomes the foes with Bektamur
And even if the moving stars reiterated

26. With the knowledge of favors, his chastity
Has none but pleats and panels

27. Sun of writing, discourse and conversation
Moon of intimacy, dew and club

28. O you who reached with time the purpose
And allowed days to praise

29. You made me: elegy filling my hands
And you owned with generosity provinces

30. You brought together, forcibly, my fortune and wealth
So I will not call you a reconciler of opposites

31. You relieved my praise of the dew of one whose promise
Was intensely perfumed like aloeswood

32. I think I am Moses grasping because I
Am experienced with what your palms, inanimate, have harvested

33. So wear what remains of your praises
Embroidered in rhetoric and recitation

34. Making eternal, famed pride
From the pride of uncles and ancestors

35. So it pleased the month of fasting and spent it well
Prospering years and holidays