1. Hamid, what has possessed you?
Have you gone mad or what has afflicted you?

2. If only my palms were reins
Wetting your palms

3. And my cheeks were bridles
That would restrain your cheeks

4. And my eyelashes were merciful
In their blinking upon your eyelashes

5. And the son of Tabia were a mule
Tied behind you

6. Yet you were unique in beauty
When I carried your disregard

7. I will diminish you in a group
Through the excellence of my response to you

8. Until when we have turned
Away from you, we will come to you

9. One who takes your slipper
And one who takes your walking stick

10. And people came to you
Who tear apart the nets

11. And I ordered the Jan
Hawaqal and Dhinak

12. To line you up in fours and bless you
Until when you cannot bear the pounding of the rows moving

13. They kept you, and if
You returned after that, they would crucify you