1. The meadow forgave and disappeared from my cottage of regret
And doubt was about to undermine my faith

2. I drank a cup and if they had not intoxicated
Me with my wine and made me drink morning regret

3. I would have said: Oh cup where is loyalty as
You see, does it deny? Did I find it again?

4. My country was struck by all kinds of calamities and its
Sanctuaries were violated and the wolf looted my herds

5. And my people were content with submission, their contentment
With bearing harm from every human

6. So the oppression persisted and their elite were humiliated
So here they are, my brother, slaves, slaves

7. And if you were fair, excuse me if
Your eyes fell upon us as millions drunk

8. To you from Abu Wafi a poem
Abu so-and-so and my words are not lies

9. Why did you not, may God guard you, respect us
Why did you not reward our loyalty with kindness?

10. My Lord, your people are oppressed and in them
Is sickness from your aloofness and neglect

11. And its antidote, my master and brother
Is neither in the fang of the one God’s prayers and peace be upon him and his family, nor in the tooth of a snake

12. My Lord, mounts do not reach
Their goals if they are not ridden by knights

13. O daughter of Wadi Ash-Shta, you have become owls
And your beauty has returned my love songs

14. So do not blame me if I make you drink milk
And say our bread is from the wheat of Hawran

15. As for the rulers, let them enjoy their food
My patience, resignation, and Tawfiq bin Qattan

16. And Dajar, Al Kuta and their group live
In the shade of a paradise of pleasures

17. As for me and the drunkards who are
My people, companions, and my regret and sorrows

18. It is enough for us the grace of humiliation that
Wasted our bones and honored us

19. My friend, I would sacrifice myself for you
For humiliation and submission are my meadows

20. My family has denied me and my
Companions have disowned me and the nearest of my relatives abandoned me

21. So here I am like a foundling baby, no one
Mourns my state and no human takes care of me

22. And the good people do not see me the day I
Extend my hand to them, worthy of kindness

23. I say this is a true friend, but when
After trials, he wishes me bad

24. Is it upon me the way of people, cunning
And elevating every low person and matter?

25. When I dwell on my cup and say
Oh cup, you are the pouring cup

26. My friend, lend me your eyes
To enjoy tears from them, but with yearning

27. Maybe it eases the sorrow of bereavement, weeping
Flowing between corpse and shrouds

28. My tears from my eyes have dried, times
Crying and times laughing, afflicting my homelands

29. My friend, take from me - I sacrifice you -
The secret of quivery tones and melodies and sorrow

30. And ask longing: Did its shelters recover
And sorrow like my sorrow, and tenderness like my tenderness?

31. My nights, your Qais took away his slippers
To Palestine from the valley of Ibn ‘Awdan

32. Why did you not wear Kohl, oh Layla, and say to him
“Farewell, the journey is my sultan.”?

33. Head to Ibn Saud for in
His sanctuary is the glory of Ghassan and ‘Adnan

34. What is it to people my drunkenness and nonsense
What is it to people my blasphemy and faith?

35. What is it to people my telling them “the One is
My God” and telling them “My God has no second”?

36. What is it to people my nonsense and my play
What is it to people my ignorance and knowledge?

37. What is it to people my clarity and my murk?
What is it to people if my time defies me?

38. What is it to people my love for Mukhalla
Between prostitutes - I adore her and she flatters me?

39. The high class in Oman, my candor angers them
So they issued a fatwa depriving me

40. The high class in Oman decided
To excommunicate me and gangs of mongrels adopted me

41. And they strongly disapproved my running
To the prostitutes with my companions and regrets

42. This saying would not have been more truthful had Oman known
A man of stature since the first human was created

43. They said he cavorts in Jaffa, they spoke truly
I did cavort despite the critics

44. And I got dragged and did not care about their blame
Among the prostitutes by the lowly, they made me dance

45. Jaffa, bride of Palestine who blurred
What was in my hand but my poetry and compositions

46. Oh people of Jaffa, by God you worried me
Like lightning flashing in skies of high ambition

47. So my weeping which had been asleep awoke
And the memory of them returned after forgetfulness

48. My nights, my world, winged dreams
Flying me into red space

49. Oh, if only they had flown with their wings, oh Layla
I would have then said: Blessed are your wings that carry me!

50. I would have then chirped, oh Layla, and said to her
“Farewell, the journey is my sultan.”

51. They said: He loves - Yes, I love whenever
Love becomes a disgrace, oh people of Oman

52. As for your love, I still conceal it
And remain the pouring, singing cup

53. As for your nights, oh Layla, they have dragged
The dark nights over them with the train of April

54. So bring your lips near my mouth, let me suck them
And warm me, for the cold hurts my ears

55. As for youth, it has done away with my strength
My nights, my nights, exhaustions of my prison days

56. My nights, the harsh goblins have oppressed
My bed and burned me with fires

57. So God guide my father, you are on my shoulder
It is me, myself who is the guilty one

58. The valley of Ash-Shta its plants still flourishing
What is it to me and you, oh neighbors of the highlands?

59. What is it to me and Zamzam, its water undrinkable
So quench my thirst with a sip from waters of reckoning

60. Were it not for passion, I would not have shed a tear over ruins
And would not have yearned for the ruins of Oman

61. Oh guide of the caravan, stop and hush for sadness
The caravan you guide, highway robbers challenge me

62. Stop, Oh Ibn ‘Amwas, wait for me
For an hour as the passion of Wafi challenges me

63. Ask every caravan that passed about my son
And ask the caravans about my Dahnun homelands

64. And they will ask you about me, that I am a man
Passion expelled since God afflicted me with osteoporosis

65. Where are the penitents? They all went their own ways
And left me alone in this cottage lonely

66. So no more cups, nor server, nor strings
To entertain today, woe to my ears!

67. They said he drinks it pure, tell them publicly
That I drink it pure in every shop

68. The doctors said “Do not drink,” so I said to them
Drinking not medicine cured and redeemed me

69. Pour me the cup, for the ordeals of life
Have overcome people, but tyranny is worse

70. They said you are from Damascus - Say he still
In his prime, make my color paler, Huran made me

71. To you are epithets and medals
That have burdened my pride with forms of disgrace

72. My head is for my Lord and my Lord will not
Humiliate myself to atone, oh my soul, to the Compensator

73. The sun of justice did not rise upon a group
Composed of riffraff and rabble

74. So let my people fear God whom I loved
And remained and did not cease to be my religion and creed

75. And let my people who were loyal to me fear God
The day friends called: O Qahtan!

76. And hung them upon posts. They did not know
That resolves do not waver with spears

77. They said about your poetry - lovers wishing
To collect some of it in a book

78. So I said: My poetry is scattered limbs
As if it is my life dispersed in every arena

79. And the day of resurrection comes and what
Death rules in publicizing and announcing

80. Even the deaf will hear the pearls I compose
Uttered by mute mouths

81. Oh women of Jordan, if I die abroad
Bury me, by my father you are my shrouds

82. And tell the companions: visit some of my remains
In Tel Arbid or on the slopes of Mount Shihan

83. They said: he died and went on his way, Wahbi went on his merry way
His soul covered by God’s mercy and compassion

84. Maybe Mukhalla adorned with kohl will pass one day
Reciting over it a chapter of Quran