1. Honesty is a sign for kings,
Especially if he prolongs and perpetuates it,

2. And the night grew dark, so I sought help from its eyes,
Perhaps the darkness will unveil its darkness,

3. Then the morning dawned clearly for the
Company between us, and lowered its veil,

4. So we mingled night and day, estrangement and advice,
Boredom and blame,

5. And my motto, O souls high of purpose,
To a wronged soul seeking restitution,

6. Safety is not hoped for it unless
It is under the gaze of one of composure,

7. Aspiring to glory while it is in the trait of
Glory, and the aspiring one to the aspiring,

8. And the son of Yahya is hoped for what does not live
As long as the clouds have given life to the deceased,

9. How about me, if I found a deficiency in livelihood
So I felt with him its completion?

10. One of composure, if time enabled him
In his nights, it would not prolong his days,

11. Every thought I asked about his aid
Is established, stated by him, a sign,

12. O father of good, we do not see good
Accepted until we see its father before it,

13. After I, when I seek you, find
You easy, so the situation is a situation of integrity,