1. My steed drags his negligence of presumption,
And loosens the knot of his hopeful yearning,

2. And dresses his neck with necklaces of bounty,
Behind which he envies the bonds of wishing,

3. When the base trouble him with oppression,
He rolls over onto his belly,

4. And remains a boon companion of jesters and clowns
And spends the night a captive of substitutes and maids,

5. And makes his heart sense the separation of loved ones,
And deposits in his hearing the melody of the singer,

6. And the clanking of the bridle is more worthy to me
With glory in its direction and guidance,

7. So I am not for the horseman if I do not drive it
Restive under dark brown coverings,

8. I peel for it the gum trees in a salt flat
Whose shoots spread out the buds,

9. And I fill with the stick of tears by force
The orbits of every docile bending one,

10. It saw me in my first steps exerting myself
Inflaming my embers of striking and stabbing,

11. And I mastered the mastery of the pouncing lion,
And it shies like the shying of the wild driving one,

12. And around its ruins are the corpses of the slain
Who lifted up the warbling of the cooing bird,

13. And my cloak is doubled and overflowing
Upon the plenty of daring youth,

14. As if I am wading through an estuary from it
In which the hidden flames of my eyelids flare up,

15. When the spear betrays and strikes a blow,
I shake for it gray hair but it does not fail me,

16. And the refuge of glory is from white thinness
And brownness that steals into the innermost being,

17. So why, O daughter of the Qurayshi worn out
Is your veil while your heart is happily sad?

18. Leave me and the sword will avail you money
At ease is he who makes you worried in humiliation,

19. And unlike your brother who awaits his attacker
With a faint smile and frowning seriousness,

20. So here I am, broader in the chest than both,
But time feels too narrow for me.