1. The month of rising though mighty is its sanctity
A long month, heavy is its shade and movement

2. It walks slowly while when it seeks us
Neither the fast horse nor the racing camel can match it

3. As if it were a avenger against a horse
That strove hard after a sought prey at full gallop

4. I blame it though not a time wherein I praise it
From nightfall to the crowing of the cock

5. And how can I praise hated times
Between lasting and hunger it is shared

6. Oh truth of him who said blessed days
If by its length the name blessing is implied

7. If my life were a road I would have met in it
Only fasting or the month, weeping

8. A month as if my falling into it from my anxiety
And ill state were the falling of the whale into the net

9. If it were a master and we were its slaves
It would be a miserly master, evil in ownership

10. By God's defence it almost
Delivered us to perdition and caused us to perish