1. Where am I from, and where is this building from?
My wrist has been worn out from my bracelet.

2. Every day I say I have repented from it,
If only the will of fate would settle down.

3. The affliction of the dirham is building, may God protect
Him from it and the affliction of the dinar.

4. It makes the envious boil until they erupt
Or their efforts ignite every fire.

5. And they say at home it is a desire for money,
They lied, oh how destructive in the home!

6. And the quarrel of neighbors, this door is my door
And my path, and this wall is my wall.

7. Every day it is as if I and the builder
Are sworn enemies and estrangement.

8. Wherever he comes and behind him every
Plasterer with mud plastered and it is shameful.

9. One of them organizes for the water
And did not know except breaking the jars.

10. And the one who organizes for the mud
His job ends then breaking the pots.

11. And when they stand to install the foundations
Half the day passes in the installation.

12. And they strike up conversation amongst themselves and talk
Of strange news.

13. And you see all of them gesturing with their hands
So our day passes in waste.

14. They broke the long brick and the small one
Is strewn before him in pieces.

15. This and the ax of the carpenter, may God fix you,
So do not forget the story of the carpenter.

16. And he sees me angry over the embers
While he is indifferent with the saw.

17. And the newcomer takes a month and does not
Cut an inch, as if he is my thoughts.

18. By my life, the blacksmith is more fortunate than him
The writer's servant, Abdel Bari.

19. And the talk of the plasterers was enough for me
From this name, so be content with my demise.