1. Would that we had Amr's royal dwelling-place,
A refuge round our tents when hot winds blow,

2. Where antelopes in plenty gather, pacing
Slowly, protected by the hunting bow!

3. The palms there side by side give us their bounty,
And sheep stand by, too numerous to know.

4. By your life, Kābūs ibn Wushmgīr will mix
His kingship's power with treachery and woe!

5. You have divided time into fair seasons,
So rule will aim at right, or work us wrong.

6. We have our day, the caravans have theirs.
Poor helpless creatures, we remain; they're gone

7. Their day is unlucky; hawks with cruel claws
Chase them and scream disaster in their ears.

8. As for our day, we camp, a mounted band,
Halting or marching on with neither haste nor fears.