1. A sorrad wept when he saw the abandoned campsite
Its supports in the sands below them and whirlwinds

2. He was frightened by the inconstancy of fate and his poverty
In an enemy land, present and aggressive

3. And a long distance from the abodes of rest
And the cups of fate are surely deceptive

4. So I said to him, do not weep your eye over what
Is destined and cannot be avoided

5. The abandoned meat of the campsite will suffice you
And the murky water in the pots

6. Do you not see that fate has two colors?
At times it favors and at times it deceives

7. So what good is one who does not hope for the goodness of the return
And fears for himself doubt and wars?

8. I turned his soul back to him as though
A cloak and coat fell upon him

9. Before the sun set I saw him
Confronting fate as the dust rose up

10. And I struck against the people until it was as though
He followed in their tracks and took aim

11. And I said to him, take a bold attack
Hello, and may drink never be far from you

12. And on a night of abundant rain I returned against them
On a plain on which the returning was dear

13. One evening a thief led off a she-camel
Calling her by name and she answered

14. So I struck the lead camel until it was as though
Ropes and a boy pulled her along