1. O you whose heart is pure of any turbidity,
It would be best for me this evening,

2. To bring some chickens from Syria,
Which only students have tasted,

3. The young man went early with them,
To an oven of blazing inflammation,

4. And brought them back with their clothes,
Having turned saffron yellow,

5. And soft ducks whose feathers had just emerged,
And mustard greens pure and lush,

6. And eggs that were loaded,
With patterns of embroidery,

7. Some stuffed and some with holes,
And some pickled, diffusing under every lid,

8. There is hummus that makes the spoon ring,
And baba ghanoush free of any fault,

9. And zucchinis stewed,
Like musk melted into perfume,

10. So if you are satisfied, you would please us,
By smelling the smoke of kebab,

11. And we have an old lady, whose era,
Is of a distant time of youth,

12. Her deeds are aloof,
From any blame or flaw,

13. She always endeared herself,
By wearing crowns of seeds,

14. A maiden like the excuse,
That is led by the blamer of reproach,

15. And we have a skilled singer,
Whose strings are full of turmoil,

16. His focus is his habit,
And embracing him is my pursuit,

17. If a freeman comes, his singing,
I make him soften to choose me,

18. And for our grace and elegance,
Is the taste of avoiding avoidance,

19. And we have three, we never hunted,
For pleasure with coercion,

20. So with the camphor of dew in it,
Above the musk of mist,

21. Unless you come in the morning,
To apologize for the discord,

22. So I have explained the situation,
And clarified it for you in my letter,

23. If it comes and you read it,
Then be the answer without answer.