1. Alas for the poor man, for what he endures
The means of livelihood are closed to him

2. The winds of misery blew upon him and his flock
And they fell like falling leaves

3. When you see him, you are amazed at a candle
Like saffron wandering in the markets

4. The grip of famine sucked some of his blood
And the injustice of rulers sucked the rest

5. Misery took his hand, so he walked behind her
While the night stretched across the horizons

6. She walked, and her dress did not touch her ankles
She moaned, and the magic melted in the eyelids

7. And the traces of bliss on her cheek
Shone like the dawn before full daybreak

8. Misery took his hand, so if she had thought
Of her fate, she would have collapsed in horror

9. And her determination faltered, so she threw herself
On the ground and complained to the Creator

10. She complains with her tears and the agony of her heart
And what she feels of burning

11. O Lord, she said, kneeling before Him
If you wish, untie the knot of my life

12. I have lived my life without any shame
And after You, worshipped my chastity and ethics

13. But now, and the days are full of harm
I have become a burden around the necks

14. My husband fights on the borders, and my little daughter
Lies in bed, increasing my distress

15. From her mother she seeks food for her body
And from her mother the protective remedy

16. And I knocked on the doors of the noble, but they bolted
Their doors, so I returned in failure

17. The young man offered money for my honor - what a young man!
Wearing the garment of wealth, but devoid of morals

18. Imagine your sister, and the times have befallen her
What has befallen the lowest of the low

19. Would it please you to see his charity
As the price of chastity for an embrace and a hug?

20. Lighten the burden on my weak neck, and refrain
From choking me, for I have seen you grasp my throat

21. The money is wealth, but my chastity
Is above wealth and the finest treasures

22. Should I protect my honor? And my daughter? And her life?
And her treatment needs spending?

23. If I were chaste, I would have killed her, so why should she not
Live by the water of my streaming chastity?

24. No, no, let her not die, for she is innocent
A beautiful girl, not yet fully grown

25. Parting from my daughter or my chastity
Is bitter in both cases

26. And the blame is on the days for their novelty
And the blame is on the ethics, not solid

27. O Lord, Your forbearance, for calamities abound
And I am overwhelmed by just one

28. If You wished death for my daughter, You could have taken her
And made my purity a role model for my peers

29. But You wanted her to live, and You wanted for me
My poverty - will You quench my thirst when You are the Giver?

30. And she went to the appointment with the tears of her eyes and
The embers and burning of her fervent heart

31. The vulgar peep into the darkness of his heart
And emerge when satiated from the depths

32. And when he tries to conceal his secrets
He adorns his appearance with the garment of hypocrisy

33. He hunted the girl with her poverty and misery
"And what she endures of sorrow and tribulation"

34. Until when alone, he embraced her
And she embraced his shiny riyal

35. She returned, the riyal in her hand, and her head
Bowed in shame, constantly lowering her gaze

36. As if the thought of her daughter crossed her mind, and what
She was suffering from the pain of yearning

37. So she was struck with a kind of madness, and mumbled
This riyal is good, for it is what

38. Grants us healing, and an excellent healer
The darkness of worries, answering my needs

39. It would have refused me outright
And she went to the cook to restrain what was within her

40. Of the agony of passions for her daughter
She said, handing him the riyal, come, give me

41. Some food, and give me back the remainder
Hurry, for if you delay me, my daughter will taste

42. From her hunger, a bitter experience
He held the riyal between his fingers and felt it

43. And he shouted and screamed
Shame on you, sir! Do you insult me

44. And take me for a thief?
No! Is the riyal counterfeit? Counterfeit?

45. She cried, and collapsed from exhaustion
She fell at the feet of misfortune and wept for her

46. The All-Seeing eye and the noble morals wept
The chastity of gentlewomen wept for her chastity

47. That slipped through the fingers with a streaming tear
O bird of her chastity, I sacrifice myself for you, o bird

48. Why did you not warn against the snares of the debauched?
The sun rose while she was imprisoned

49. And her daughter was a guest in the markets
As for the sinner, his nets are still

50. Spread for the glances of the sleepless eyes
He is quenched with cups and gazes

51. While God suffices, "and He is the best Guardian"