1. You have the easygoing and gentle people among us,
And the Nile flows smoothly for the hopeful and relaxes.

2. And the generous acts whose features
Have become renowned like the stars of the night become clear.

3. As for the nobles, they have pitched their tents
Wherever the world expands and breathes easy.

4. May you live long, he whose call no one beside a traveling woman responds to,
Nor is his chest wide open for generosity.

5. O you who release captives from the hands of the youth! You, for at his feet
The sandals of the insistent suitor have chafed.

6. I see next to his door victims felled by
The length of waiting, availing naught nor succeeding.

7. We have stations in the courtyards of his mansion
Where our dangers are scorned and tossed aside.

8. We visit him, neither longing for his company,
Nor he delighted by us and happy.

9. If gently we ask for his pride,
We remain handling a lock that does not open.

10. He has wearied me, so I have no fear of censure,
No shrinking from invective, and no praise allures me.

11. His scribe scripts my ruin to diminish me
Though no evil existed between us to reconcile.

12. And how many people who traded with me have suffered,
And sought profit in my loss, but gained nothing.