1. O you who ask about the news of bread
And about Abu Al Qasim in authorship

2. I deter you from any amusing news
In which the sergeant's beard is plucked

3. And its wheat does not stand in the countryside
And spring escapes to autumn

4. How much the jurist in it has of standing
Well known in the first of ranks

5. In it a thousand weights of wool are scattered
Until the skin of the lamb is stripped

6. He says, have you denied my good deed
By Allah, I will not be silent about my bread

7. Nor will I be content with procrastination
It was my food and my ally’s food

8. And it was for me, kneaded in bowls
If a mouse from the ceilings coveted it

9. I would ward it off in the palm of plaited baskets
How many a drinker without it is famished

10. And how many a slapper without it is harsh
Who will bring it to me and fulfill

11. And return the merit of my exhausted mind
While staunching my flowing tear

12. Alas for it and for my summer
I reckon I hope more than my rebuke

13. For the mind of a wasteful, stupid, flippant old man
Who loses my composition in his authorship

14. Eats a thousand known camels
Starting with their wool before their meat

15. I pray to Allah against him while standing
The prayer of the best, most decent religion