1. The hand of complaint has come to you in the mail
It sends poems with melody

2. It turns between them a new hope
My desire has dressed in a new ambition

3. I complained to time of my thin body
So it guided me to Abdel Hamid

4. I came to you riding the rhymes of hope
With trust from a faraway land

5. I hope you will be a place of ease for me
And supporter against the spiteful time

6. So my hopes have taken refuge in you
As people took refuge in Al-Rashid's son

7. Time has let loose its ease
And greeted me in the morning with a lord's palm

8. So do not leave your answer unsatisfying in my hands
For me to write what I wished on the parchment

9. If it wasn't for my hopes showing me
Your clouds of generosity and bounty

10. My poetry's rope would've been a choking collar
From the days around my neck and chest

11. I have written in your praise my effort
So grace the poem with your rain of generosity