1. Under the eye of the morning and the lights
And the gentle breezes and dawns

2. In the fever of Centris a young man grew
A poet in speech and in sights

3. Blue-eyed, calm like the distant
Sea, distant in pleasure, distant in rest

4. An archer watching the clouds in the
Horizon with a deep-seeing eye

5. He grew in the neighborhood of the breezes and flowers
And in the company of the flowing stream

6. And the counterpart of the fields and the burgeoning
Grass that covers the banks of the rivers

7. And listening to the singing of the waters
Complaining of the turns of fate

8. Crying over youth and wishes
And love and purpose and distance from tombs

9. But he who complained of his troubles became
The talk of neighbor and neighbor

10. That gentle, pure-hearted young man
Delicate as the passing soft breeze

11. Infatuated with his stick, had he been behind a wall
He would have climbed over the highest fences

12. And for the sake of the stick he extended
Onto the green branches adorned with the tall trees

13. And for the sake of the stick he extended
Onto the wood of the house ambitious until the door

14. And had the stick been too hard for him
He would have wished even for a walking stick

15. That stick is a symbol of power
In the heart of a strong giant

16. Who does not see the small village as enough
For the great hopes and prizes

17. Mocking its calm, ready
For the struggle of disasters and dangers

18. Where does he go to the towering brilliant
Head, strong, enduring through the ages

19. Rising of his servant, happy and group of
Glory and courage and height and pride

20. The family rejoiced in the young man who
Became the talk of the drinking party

21. They dressed him up and coached him until he became
The clan’s hope, the knight of the race track

22. And he went seeking knowledge lonely
With a heart feeling a stranger in the house

23. Looking in margins that consume the
Mind and wear out the insights

24. He does not care about length or pay attention to fates
That came with every flowing thing

25. He does not care in the morning listening to the Sheikh
And the Sheikh has an aura of dignity

26. Is it a torn mat or silk?
A seat for the persevering warrior

27. Oh, these difficulties are fire
Testing the hearts of the righteous

28. The heart of the great is a gem that
Rises high and thrives in fire

29. What is like enduring pain that
Enlightens the conscience of the free?

30. My wonder at the neighbor who was frustrated with Azhar
And bewilderment of great souls

31. Then he became a jester and wore rags
Between night and day

32. Then Egypt became too narrow for his worries so he
Set out to other countries in the cities

33. He gathered his things to himself and became
On a ship sailing the seas

34. Then he became bourgeois seeking
China and invading the city of lights

35. And that which brings joy and invites
Every soul to vanity and arrogance

36. A man whom the temptations of Paris never dazzled
Nor what secrets Paris holds

37. He remained in that fever Egyptian
Arabic in life and ideas

38. Whenever the melodies blew at him
He was frustrated with the scented coquette

39. He sighs the violent sigh throwing
From its flames the sparks of ember

40. He recalls the Nile and loved ones on the Nile
And chants the finest poems

41. Honor your geniuses and acknowledge them
The loss of genius in denial is waste

42. So Zaki Mubarak is a torch in Egypt
Lighting its youth like a minaret

43. I swear had the cave been made available to me
I would have crowned his forehead with it