1. O Lord, yearning for His creation
He fell short in it with neglectful hands

2. And she came obedient, listening
Then he sought her, difficult and aloof

3. So the buyer did not find her for sale
And in losing her the ignominy was great

4. Until, exhausted by scheming
He bit his fingers in painful grief

5. From the heat of what terrible loss he faced
O Ibn Faras, she is gentle

6. Entrusted to me, so leave off deceit
Then farewell, it is separation

7. Still I have shameful youth
Thrown into attentive ears

8. Calling on you swift vengeance