1. To the master of musical poetry
Two thousand greetings and a kiss upon them

2. None can match him among men
Who creates rhythm from improvisation

3. The musical poet of our beloved majesty
Bearer of the flag of poetry

4. Winner of the medal of Job's patience
And with him the title "Bringer of the Left"

5. Each year he sends a letter
With jokes made with meanings

6. Amazing how money is robbed
Yet he doesn't get it back

7. My friend, I have no money
The money of youth is all I have

8. It doesn't have a nickel from savings
Or anything new in the water jug

9. Read upon it the customs
And fortified it with nonsense

10. Money comes and goes
And the stain comes out easily

11. He tires, suffers, and writhes
Thinking he caught his prey

12. But wakes to find himself tied
With nothing left but spite

13. You buy words and sell them
Oh how skilled in deceit you are

14. One day you distribute
Four months assigned to bankruptcy

15. Written on your forehead "openness"
In it is cleanliness from faith

16. And if a thief comes to Tanta
He leaves regretful from the prison

17. With two invitations in the feast
You make a poem that comes out ugly

18. And the stomach got an ulcer for it
Sitting with the wise two months

19. Don't say the invitation of the Sheikh
In it, chickens were brought close

20. If you were served a plate of sesame
You'd say these are treasures

21. A plate of spiced chicken and rice
It eats your fingers with it

22. And the drink is iced water
Eating it is permitted without question

23. And the dish of the president exceeds
Everyone, may you reach it soon

24. And if you want to taste once
Make a request if you wish

25. Oh how many invitations I declined
And only accepted those two

26. Obligations upon me I fulfilled
As if years passed in them

27. Not one person comes out
To say he ate at your place once

28. Your farm was planted
With snow upon it always

29. If your limit is a short one
Send someone to carry him

30. And say cry little one
Carrying him with his state and money

31. My dear, ask for something cheap
And good is always found with me

32. I have stale flatbread
At a very low price

33. Beware, there may come to you, my friend
In the coming months, a penny

34. And they dwell you in the East Gate
If not between the two breasts

35. Good fortune is a mill in the street
And what's destined will turn

36. Your Lord is generous, His grace vast
And His cool planning prevails

37. Excuse your late friend
For his state was standing still

38. With burdens and much work
May God help you, O fair one