1. My eyes, beware, as long as I have not said beware,
And not extravagantly have I now said, nor in ignorance,

2. And that the folly of a forty year old is stupidity,
So how could it be with those I was an example to,

3. Clinging to the Holy House, and maybe,
You saw the eyes of the people looking from it confused,

4. The jurist tells me while they are one evening,
In Mecca dragging the sedan chair,

5. Fear Allah, do not look at them O youth,
And I did not make the pilgrimage looking for a connection,

6. By Allah, I do not forget even if the days pass,
Their bare shins and the eyes of the confused,

7. Nor the musk from their plaits, nor the scent,
Bangles in their wrists like split reeds,

8. My friend if not for Allah I would not have said welcome,
To the first strands of white hair that appeared nor seasons greetings,

9. My friend greying hair is an illness I hated,
So how good is the pasture and how ugly the resting place,

10. And of the strangest things in life to me is a bottle,
That keeps the hands of the intoxicated stretched out slack,

11. They pour into it from vineyards wine,
The youth leaves it as if drunk and crazy,