1. With a tamyim flower that bloomed for him
Coquettish, leading the glance of the night companion

2. And lighting up the dark that provokes youth
The grayness of age conforming to trembling

3. When the fates were settled, his bed calmed
And I abandoned him restless upon my bed

4. O he who disturbs me, his love and my tears
Pouring like the rain of the passing cloud

5. Your love did not diminish in my heart alone
But it flowed in my inner self and my mind

6. Do not think the secret I confided in you
Is what the slanderers' hearsay escapes from

7. And longing dreams of it, were it not for a watcher
Who lost dignity frequenting the frivolous

8. Like well known fragrance concealed by the unblemished
A scent by which praises thrive and multiply

9. The forelocks of the enemies rose against the land
So he humiliated them with a firm and decisive blow

10. His opinion clears the unknown of matters
And time is dusty, and calamities raging

11. The swords gleam under its shade
Disturbed, settled, ready to unsheathe

12. And it is as if the circle of eagles, when they invaded
Swooped on the slain to their nests

13. Oh Saad, reconciliation with you has vanished
So beware the evils of a grumbling backbiter

14. And avoid, for your brother, any change of blessing
You thought him a friend, yet he rewarded you with rejection

15. He is ignorant of merit, so he denies people of merit
And the sun becomes dark to the eyes of bats

16. He kindles a fire whose flames cannot be extinguished
And the night is camping, echoing with the sounds of mattresses

17. Haughtiness carried him away when wealth pulled
His forearms, and flying is for bats

18. And I was certainly afflicted with him an affliction of degradation
With recklessness, neither dignity nor composure

19. People are corrupt, so everyone I accompanied
Was either a pretender or a rude lowlife

20. And when I tested them, I found inside
A scowling face, and outside, a smiling one

21. I do not gloat at the gleam of the miserable one, even if
My camels stumble over rocky terrain

22. And the inactive sun, its spittle melting
While shade sweeps, sometimes its sweeps slowly

23. And it is as if they, while they adapt to the echo
With their patience upon it, not thirsty

24. So the lofty overlook the granting of gifts
By which the despicable thrive, the worst livelihood

25. The heights were raised over the idols and the
Tops of the mountains were lowered to the pits of lowlives