1. God watered ruins I grazed my youth in
A rain cloud whose pouring never stops

2. A time of carefree revelry, and a familiar abode
Its branches and booklets are the haunts of songstresses

3. The sapling of my youth did not wither
Its intimacy and company were still fresh

4. They say curb your soul from its whims
Yet it is love-struck and its sins confuse it

5. You weakened and left me prey to sorrow
For a love-sickness no doctor can cure

6. Sorrows attack and echo through my thoughts
And a disobedient eye cannot obey their setting

7. Squandering wisdom in improper company
Its faults blacken the face of propriety

8. I am a son of the exalted Hashim, and I sinned like the glorious Hashim
Just as the Abbas disgraced it before me, his ancestor

9. Ask my story, who as a child and youth
The world prided itself on him and its affairs humbled themselves

10. Did I not raise hopes high, in knowledge and calm composure
And the youths of my clan and its elders pride themselves in me?

11. For if the rival goes astray, I am his rival
And if the suitor is dumbfounded by it, I am its suitor

12. And my sword against its enemies is the sword of vengeance
Bold against the days and whatever befalls them