1. I turned from prose to listening,
My arms are too short to answer.

2. My prince remained in immense blessings,
Like a lamb or something like a lamb.

3. My covenants are like mirages in the dunes,
And a drop of my love is like a fleeting alliance.

4. If the nights refuse to show me
My enemy plundering the settlements of hyenas,

5. And I did not say hyenas out of stinginess,
I am as bold with it as the hyenas.

6. You blamed me, O soil of glories,
For my late allegiance to the penniless.

7. And your habit which you lent us
Will attribute me to goodness of disposition.

8. Am I not the one who began poetry with pardon
And I follow after the vast method?

9. You have the merit of preceding me in it
And I after you have the merit of following.

10. And where is the sea when it overflows
Upon me from the streams and channels?

11. I say to a soul who loves my affection
Be content and convince me that you will not neglect me.

12. A withering, burning, and pleased farewell
And my covenant does not tend towards farewell.

13. So how can it be for a master whom
We have glories around like fortresses,

14. Sublimity that sights are puzzled by him
And light like the illumination of beams?

15. And by your right, your eyes have never seen me
A hostage in the garb of deception,

16. Head covered in lies and disgrace
With the most wretched type of masks,

17. Swaying with the winds when they blow
As the weak stalks of plants sway.

18. And by your right, your eyes have never seen me
A hostage in the garb of deception,

19. Head covered in lies and disgrace
With the most wretched type of masks,

20. Swaying with the winds when they blow
As the weak stalks of plants sway.