1. Are you not making me like the son of Ju'ayl,
May God guide you, or the son of Janab.

2. I roam behind the small change lest you see me,
While you have a thousand doors in the city.

3. I pitch my tent in the open wilderness,
While suitors buzz around you.

4. I fear if you ever gain power over me
Your punishment and most painful torment.