1. Blame me less, O daughter of Munzir
And sleep even if you don’t feel like sleeping, stay up

2. Leave me and my soul be, O Umm Hasan
For I was with it before I lose the ability to sell

3. Conversations remain while the young man is not eternal
If one evening he becomes obsessed above the palm trees

4. It answers the rocks of the fort and complains
To every good and bad it saw

5. Leave me wander in the countries maybe
I will spare you or make you needless of my presence

6. If an arrow of death takes me I won’t be
Saddened, and does anyone escapes that?

7. And if my arrow takes you I spare you seats
Behind the houses and sights

8. You are told woes, are you leaving
Angrily, sometimes on foot and sometimes riding

9. And claiming in your property that I
See you chasing the sterility of an old woman

10. Hunger of good people is a feared shelter
Drive it back lest it afflicts you

11. He who approaches you from a relative refused politeness
And from every black-lipped woman that comes to you

12. And Zayd feels happy that his father
I don’t see a defender for you so be patient

13. May Allah disfigure Souloka if his night comes
Slaughtering the shepherd of sheep, a butcher of every sacrifice

14. He counts richness from himself every night
Hit his towns with a friend made wealthy

15. He sleeps dinner then wakes up sleepy
Scratches pebbles off his dirty side

16. Little asking for provision except for himself
If one evening he becomes like an empty falcon nest

17. He helps the women of the neighborhood what helps him
And becomes a smooth camel like a captive camel

18. Except Souloka’s face is like the shiny rising
Light of the burning torch

19. Looking at his enemies, they scare him
In their yard, the scare of a roaring lion

20. If they are away they don’t feel safe from his approach
Those who miss the absent hope for his return

21. So if he meets death he meets it
Praiseworthy and if lives for days then better

22. Does an uncertain or Zayd die and I don’t
Stand for condoling one day and my soul warns me

23. After despair those who don’t fear us will be scared
Like the spacious ostrich to the scattered arrows

24. Stabbing the best of people with the spear
And white thin with colorful complexion

25. One day in Najd and its people’s raids
Another in a cold and flat land

26. Transfer with dancers the generous vanguards
The veils of Hejaz in the strung unit

27. The night rests guests of generous
Kind Ma jid whose money is spent by an asker