1. My youth darkened with approaching tribulations,
And my return to the hands of cruel fate is torture,

2. And every friend whose affection I anticipated
Turned away with blame while time grew doubtful,

3. I had purified for him sincere affection and love
That would appear and disappear time and again,

4. Aamer turned away; may God not favor his home,
And he took shelter in arid Gumair,

5. He saw the hearing of his mother’s mind
Deafening while I was called to the highlands and responded,

6. He reproaches me for being a stranger in his land
Yes, among these people I am a stranger,

7. And he shows me sincere advice yet deceit lies underneath
With glances from both eyes that arouse fear.

8. He expects me to close my eyelids to the motes
While should one accustomed to humiliation be content?

9. It suffices me to flutter my fine cloak,
And my camel’s saddle is spacious when she turns.

10. Awaken, the bereavement of your mother’s loss has bowed
The youthful sword away from your shoulders while bloodied.

11. It is no wonder that he who has lofty aspirations
Will be deprived of glory, though noble and refined,

12. He will pursue it from the time he wraps his waistcloth
Until he walks in the abundance of his white hair.

13. And of the woes of time that the vile and the noble
Will both attain their fate and the generous one will fail.

14. I will seek the glory of life as long as it throws
Over me a cloak, though showing threads of youth.

15. My pride refuses to stay with those who injure;
Resting place of the passionate as long as the ardent remain.