1. You alarmed me, separation, with your mixed-up exile
And no element was far from the separation of the loved ones

2. When everyone was deceived by the separation, he had
No recourse but reddened swords that become blunt

3. You made me stagger, patterns and stripes as if
A wounded beast over the cushions is red

4. Can one with white hair be excused for youthfulness
And can he be praised for patience if he is patient?

5. You task my eye and its ties, my heart
When you fear rejection from me, lame

6. And you knew that its arrows had hit me
And what I feared most came to me from it

7. Don't you know that my nature does not last
And I do not seek the affection that fades away

8. And if I part from a brother's character
I keep my vow and do not change

9. By your life, my people are not ill among themselves
When the wind rages among the living like the whistling north wind

10. When the living camp, the herbage cannot be seen
A rod returning the glance is not green

11. When the camels are resting, their backs humped
And the abodes of the guests were unkempt and prosperous

12. So the strange neighbor does not tire of our place
And the bright visitor cannot accommodate us

13. That is if among us no fool acted badly
Nor an ignorant snarling dog

14. When kinship and affection are among us
We pardon the great sin and forgive

15. After enmity among us, it became miserable
And it made hatred among us plentiful

16. It cuts off kin, time, and wretchedness
And from the stumbling of ancestors, the ancestor stumbles

17. Trusts lurk watching as if they were
From the crops, ripe to be harvested when present

18. We were cousins so our transgressions
Ran to the likes of which you used to ridicule

19. So the rest of our love, we meet with it
When we meet the group of Chosroes and donkeys

20. And I said to all my people when you rushed
To the worst of what rushes, then stop

21. And make me like a resonant cup it cries out for help
And under it a base of yellow bone

22. When I say the illness of my people will heal, they hunch
With a skull that almost detaches from the bone

23. A raging poet disgraces honors with it
Confusing the rhymes of the defeated and frightening

24. As if the words of the people were gathered with him
And he takes bits of it to nibble on

25. So he was not content unless with every heavy ruin
That almost drips the blood of the gut at once