1. Youth has departed and old age has exhausted its weakness,
To God belong the happenings - which life do you await?

2. Are you a seeker of things unattainable?
Or does your heart no longer care for its companions?

3. Or did you used to know verses, so ruins of your friendship
Now make excuses through desolation?

4. Or do you still hope for a dignified living
That has not been hoped for before, nor recorded in books?

5. My friends insist on the past, so I said to them:
That was your time, and this is the era after it.

6. Who laments the parting of loved ones during calamities,
Or the early arrival of living's burdensome loads?

7. As if folded by the basket-maker,
When its belly is folded and the journey scrunched.

8. A beautifully colored pearl, whose charm
Has been removed by a necklace around her waist.

9. She continues to avert him disdainfully, her flesh
Covering adversity secretly, sight cannot reach it.

10. She nurtures him bit by bit while he is unaware,
Molding him time and again as she gets vexed.

11. On a long night, with companions and a blazing fire,
Of meteors, hail, drops, and scattered pearls.

12. Until copious rain reaches him and violent winds blow,
Where tranquility and open space meet.

13. She circles and travels a short distance around his meadows
Until the succession of their friendship is severed.

14. She finds no scent in the darkness of night
Except remnants of what the dust has kept.

15. Then she returned in the dark of night, reminiscing,
While his body lay torn to pieces.

16. Then she continued like a flash of lightning and emerged
From her the daisies of interruptions and blossoms.

17. The necklaces fell from her neck,
As sparks fall from striking the flint stone.

18. As if when she approached the origin
Of basil, with bracelets on her arms,

19. Until when she grew old, and night seeks her,
The hands of riders flow down the smooth dunes.

20. She landed, and had she known my knowledge, she would not have hesitated
Until the loved one's neck bent and sighed.

21. An old man, whose companions have abandoned him,
Valiant and dark-skinned, excuses can be found for him.

22. As if his footsteps, if accompanied by the clanking of his gear,
Were like the echo of pebbles in dry valleys.

23. My she-camel leaned her chest against her door in agony -
Is this your yearning, or are you but a mere reminder?

24. Her friend heard a tune and thought it
Was the slapping of saddles at night spreading out.

25. Hide, for only enmity and harmful deceit returns to Uthman,
And flee, for I see people retreating.

26. And that Yahya is the savior of people and the time,
O Yahya, son of the Imam of people, we are destroyed

27. By the striking of whips, hardship of money and sadness.
If you do not pay heed, O son of Abi Al-Aasi, to our need,

28. Then our need has no relief or consolation.
What you accept we accept, and if you burden us with excess

29. What you dislike is abhorred by us.
We are those who, if you wish, listen

30. To a caller - we come for whichever command you instruct.
I seek refuge in what the Prophet sought refuge

31. And in the Caliph - may excuses never run out.
From your overindulged ones and associates with whom

32. We have no justice, yet we do not seek victory.
If you let the injustice of oppressors reign over us,

33. The Mudar did not build the likes of it.
Do not forget the day of Abi Dardaa` our scene

34. And before that, other days that belong to us.
Whoever touches the family of Yahya happily

35. In the protection of the matter - fate has not overcome him yet.
A banner on the day when death plants its banner,

36. Until victory and triumph return to it.
They are from a house that belongs sincerely to God,

37. They ascended with the reins of authority and descended.
As if it were a morning in which their night flows,

38. Passing from Indian wares interwoven.
Rising above the horizon, with clouds watered by it,

39. In it the sun and moon gleamed weakly.
Is there any injustice in the ninety over the eight?

40. By its Lord, it clings to the book of God.
They wear striped morning gowns,

41. Indeed when elders are hurt, they become annoyed.
Until openly they feel at ease,

42. Away from the masks behind which they scheme.
We are not bodies of `Aad in our nature,

43. We feel not harm until even stone hurts.
No humiliating jizyah is upon us, nor is there compulsion in religion,

44. Nor are Jews an arrogant people whose religion is nonsense.
We are only people of a she-camel that wandered off,

45. We have no tillage or wealth except her.
They have filled the lands and it has filled them, and fire consumed them

46. The injustice of bliss and the water and trees have perished.
If you do not save them, their homes will become

47. Barren plains on whose edges foxes whiten.
Save women and elders who have no stability,

48. If you have no other excuse for what they have faced.
Indeed, the defects they hide are apparent,

49. In them is clarity, and news is twisted from you.
So send to them and take them to account,

50. Without fear for an eye or trace.
And do not say arrogantly: you did not give me a choice,

51. Old age did not leave any arrogance or affliction for me.
Ask them wherever God exposes their flaws -

52. Is there any injustice from us in their chests?