1. Behind you today, I leave my play and pleasure
For now my heart has become like the Kaaba of Nuba

2. Do not hope for my love, for I have a liver
That longs for the love of the exalted, not the lowly Arab

3. After preserving the ways of the exalted for so long
Would I waste it with you amid play and nonsense?

4. Never have I wept copiously out of sorrow
The shedding of tears between vows and pleasure

5. The cup of sorrow struck lightning and thunder of yearning
While my side is being washed away and my tear is like a rain cloud

6. Never will my heart incline to a singing girl
For there is no preoccupation or desire of mine in her beauty

7. In revelry it is not revelry that binds my love, and for
The white gazelle, it is not the whiteness that brings me joy

8. I have never loved but the virgin of the exalted
And I do not court her except with lofty manner

9. Time has turned me around for so long
That I do not turn except to the most high

10. It does not hurt me among people who debased my status
For my status is above the seven planets

11. It is enough for myself, even if I become destitute
Of wealth, that I am fragrant with morals

12. I do not grieve over a lifetime whose mornings
I spent seeking glory in adversities

13. One who spends the night tossing and turning
In the pillow of disgrace, fear and apprehension grieves over life

14. Time did not steal any superiority or honor from me
And my claiming of highness and glory is not a lie

15. These are unmatched efforts
That I inherited from a father from Hashim thus I pride myself

16. From a group who tied their loins
To chastity and were the most noble of Arabs

17. The earth did not remain a single spot
That they did not water with the flow of pouring blood

18. The death of protectors and brave chargers belongs to it
In fright, an assault of lions on prey

19. The purely obligatory, the raging battalion, the protector
Of the regiment on the day of surpassing and conquest

20. In his grip is a sharpened sword, speedy in
Strike on the day of clashing, you see it flaming

21. He goes on and no blood clung on his blades
From the speed of cutting on the day of fright and apprehension

22. In a stance between the fangs of doves through which the
Lions could not escape with gallantry or fleeing

23. Death grew weary until it bored
Of seizing souls through him from the intensity of exhaustion