1. I have raised my complaint to the best of kings,
To the one who answers my prayers,

2. That the son of Ghalib wanted to overcome me,
And diminish my abundant gifts,

3. By making the cash I struggled to attain,
Fabrics of Thoobat from Tanasia,

4. An account of a thousand that returns a third,
When we sold it for more value,

5. And I would accept some reduction of your gifts,
But you did not approve me a reduction,

6. So I do not accept it from him, especially when you
Promised, your soul ransoms me, you are my strength,

7. So tell the full moon, the Emir, reject their offer to him
And support me with plentiful, splendid gifts,

8. For the destinies continue to run, and their rule
Aligns with your judgements, in providence