1. With the bewilderment of the perplexed he turned,
And did not live the year of the sleeper.

2. And he threw down the events I had thrown at him,
As fresh talk to the pouring tear.

3. Like the shame of an old man who hides his gray hair,
To the concealment of what cannot be concealed.

4. And he blocked with his frowning eyelids,
So you cut through with the sharp, sharp sword.

5. And how could you wish for him as a friend,
When this is the nature of the appeased?

6. What would desire hurt if you were stingy
With the secret of desire, fearing the blamer?

7. And your eyelids are covering,
They have glances to Hatem.

8. And a star that warned me of sunset,
If only sunset were upon the stars!

9. It shines while its inside is dark,
As the argument of the unjust was adorned.

10. It held a funeral for the past,
And did not wear the dress of the mourner.

11. Nor did the blacks of sorrow water the whites,
And the whites of the hands of Abul Qasim.

12. Dew avoided their hands,
And the side of his lasting abode.

13. He built glory while people destroyed it,
A legacy of the past to the future.

14. If his dwelling is what he built,
Then where do we see the destroyer’s dwelling?

15. And when I heard of him as resolute,
I came to it an opportunity for the resolute,

16. It has branches in the tribe of Murrah,
Fulfilling their rights is imperative.

17. And a state I hoped for it the like of
What is hoped from water for the thirsty.

18. And that gleamed on its face,
So it came to you frowning and smiling.

19. How evident is the sparkling sword
On the fallen, ruined, overwhelming one!

20. And the people claimed they had enough
Of what stinginess imagined for the claimant.

21. Give the pearls from the scattering of their deeds,
For how is there singing without the composer?

22. And I did not know a sword that would be
Sufficient without the hand and the erect one.