1. I returned after ignorance a stone,
And obeyed a deterrent and deterrence.

2. And that I forgot from events,
And I accompanied destruction a time.

3. And I saw what was done to me,
More deserving of me consequence and breast.

4. And I found my living in disgrace,
More forgiving to me and lighter burden.

5. So I sought present profit,
And rejected a matter that was loss.

6. I closed my shop for its long recession,
And opened construction.

7. So its opening benefited me,
Glory and kindness and value.

8. O Taylasan al-Hamadwi,
You interceded and was a string.

9. Amro, your brother I made him,
For me a livelihood so I was generous and ample.

10. Like al-Hamadwi and his livelihood,
Rather wealth among us and memories.

11. Do not distance from my two friends,
If you denied weakness and poverty.

12. O Amro, patience for stories,
With what you reaped on me patience.

13. Rather all congratulations, your livelihood,
I granted you from it a half.

14. For you half my livelihood whenever,
I compose in Khartoum a poem.

15. I liked from you with my ruse,
For you exploiting was a grave.

16. So thank your partner when he rewarded,
Familiarity while you gave estrangement.

17. And ask the refuted in your satire,
Did I wrong the truth secretly?

18. Or did I wrong you in a matter,
And I gave life to a matter?

19. I came across your mention like the Pleiades,
So I said about you and it became full moon.

20. I noted your name well-doing,
After laziness, so no thankfulness.

21. And excuse your brother even if you examined,
You will not see the examination betrayal.

22. And if you hear his satire,
Then make your dignity protection and protection.

23. For you may if you do not gain,
Glory, you will gain then reward.

24. Who did not endure trunk and notch,
Did not gain breeches.

25. And if you understand you will do good,
With the argument of renunciation and blasphemy.

26. What is my argument if you told me?
Tell me when did I lack pride?

27. I was not secretly ever but,
I still in Khartoum openly.

28. My nose suffices me without,
Your poetry proud, enormous, and wealth.

29. My Khartoum did not cease being faithful,
To me, wealth to me, without you forever.

30. How much it made me gain before,
Your poetry weight white and yellow.

31. How many stops I have which,
Crowds of people crowded to it thronging.

32. I am the elephant of my Lord, I never,
Was amusement to my brothers and subjugation.

33. And the bow in me so how much,
I made it root and planks.

34. How I seduced with my sight,
A spinster barren and virgin.

35. Bringing me dirhams in me and bringing,
Sometimes oil and wine.

36. I have no argument there,
O Amro, so O Allah forgiveness.

37. Do not blame me if you made,
You to strife a dog and falcon.