1. Return to your consolation, remembrance does not oppress you,
What is it that you await after the greying of the head?

2. This youth has an impetuousness that is prone to evil,
Before thirty he is inclined by mischief.

3. Reason throws him with resolve but desire pulls him
To lusts, the nearby maidens and coquetry pull him.

4. Crescents above branches on sand dunes
As if they are images walked by cows.

5. She cries for the whiteness that appeared in his separation,
Whiteness that does not cease flowing for him.

6. Greying hair frightens her but she loves
What little of it the old age did not make rigid.

7. It is youth so why was adolescence imprisoned?
Its days have hardened and bitterness took over.

8. Both the new and old I have wetted their parchments
With the past, present, forgiven and forgiving.

9. O Caliph of God, victory is destined for you
Since you have been tested and tried.

10. You have prepared for war a sword from the tribe of Matar
That goes forth by your command, excuses denied to it.

11. The sons of Caesar, when you set aims against them,
Will meet what the Khazars will meet like it.

12. You have sent against the Khan a barefoot army,
Rugged, stony, leaving no survivor or remnant.

13. Terror from you stands over them
Until destiny concurs regarding them with your view.

14. More terminal than death, pardoning when able,
Death has no pardon when able to take.

15. Neither hope of gain nor elation of support
Shoot him in his kingdom. No victor but you.