1. Abu Ahmak's mind was struck with a slap
Making it no doubt lightheaded and muddled

2. He saw his burden a military liability
His burden makes weepers turn pale and thin

3. I have a gait that I sift through
Walking safely, dropping pretenders

4. Not like one who, if he walked, stayed clinging
To a blister that won't leave the stirrup

5. My heart feared the arrival of threats
From a stubborn one not waking to advice

6. A gait, oh Abu Ahmak, had you walked it
You wouldn't have owned unsaddled camels

7. Rather, a weapon in it young maidens
Whose intermingled humors tell mucus