1. He aspires to the generosity of the minister,
And fears his cruelty in nature,

2. The smiling mouth for the hopeful,
Good news if the miser frowns.

3. White is his generosity, it has roots,
Black has not ceased, and the year is gray-haired,

4. Due to hatred you don't see in him,
To the hearts of people, beloved.

5. Abundant knowledge, dignified patience,
Shyness hides from him, a defect,

6. Draped in chastity, shameful nakedness,
From all shame, breach, refined.

7. I have experienced war every day,
His enemies, from his seasoned sword,

8. A sword prepared for every rebel,
Mischief or defiant instigator.

9. Hopeful of his eternal fortune,
Exonerating his age, blaming,

10. It seems in the night of every mating,
A full moon tomorrow, piercing a planet.

11. A towering mountain and an ocean,
His equitable forgiveness does not run dry,

12. My quarter was barren so I sensed moisture
From his truthful tidings, so it flourished.

13. And the blame of time was prolonged until
I came praising him, so he blamed,

14. How much forgiveness he has and provision,
Most excellent in his generosity and strangest.

15. He forgives the transgressor and forbears,
He pardons those who were disobedient and sinned,

16. I swear the pouring clouds,
Gathering their hems and pulling along,

17. Its laden clouds from every mouth
For lightning, more forked,

18. One day in his most delightful rest
Upon an impoverished youth, and he moistened,

19. No, he did not imagine the painting of evil,
The palms of the two forearms have overcome.

20. Listening, so when he sensed a perception,
He brought out a tusk for him and pulled out.

21. He was afraid of what was exposed in fright,
As if he was going to the mating grounds.

22. One day he had granted him gardens
And today is a day at the mating ground, gray-haired

23.
O pillar of religion, O generous one,

24. His call to the seekers, hoped for,

25. How many lions you have left thrown
For the faces, from the stab of a fox,

26. And how many camels in their menses,
Abal, like the masters of the barren plain, plundered,

27. Alas, no escape for the tyrants,
From you, nor refuge for the enemies,

28. You catch up to them and the distance is far,
Without the trotting of relatives, gulping.

29. You have lived what Shu'ayb lived,
For your suitor, I am pleading.

30. Be happy with faltering, live on and sleep
Under the porch of glorious fortune.