1. Take what you want of the days or abandon them
You attained the heights while the hopeful slept

2. How often the arrogant man was deceived by the saying
When fate betrayed him, evil lurks in deceit

3. No envious slanderers can protect you
Patience over wrong and planning against distress

4. Rejected from the doors, their hands
Cast them like an arrow flung from the bowstring

5. For those seeking favors, they clamor
And for the seekers of glory, the onslaught of the red camels

6. It's no wonder they share with me in speech
What is the fate of Satan in eternity like the good?

7. I contend with the tyrannical king and his chieftains
And they withhold submission and consideration

8. It's as if I'm a spender, seeking what
I came for from the kings, despite power and danger

9. He built structures while the street dogs bark
If that were the roar of a lion, it wouldn't matter

10. From every oppressed and humiliated soul
Who scrapes together a living between humiliation and confinement

11. My excellence has led him astray from his goals
And sometimes the course of night misleads the moon

12. They complained of the harshness of my manners, so I told them
The sharpness of the white swords does not detract from their edge

13. Do not consider harsh manners a shortcoming
For the excellence of wine is its potency for mortals

14. Enough, my ignorant foe, for he is a man
Hostile to the decree of God and fate

15. I have chosen a refined and elegant sword
Wealthy enough to make scabbards forgettable

16. I forged it from steadfast composure
And the essence of forbearing wisdom

17. So it came where the Indian swords gleam
Satisfying the scabbard by killing the vicious

18. Nothing I kill more than composure combined
With confusion wandering in contemptible glances

19. The vile people wish that it would be struck
To take the place of dishonor and destitution

20. While you see me as an unsheathed blade
Not a blunt sword, inhibited from striking skulls and throats

21. The scabbard protects it from revealing its edge
As headscarves protect chaste women

22. For every night ends at dawn
No matter how far its beginning from daybreak

23. And soon I will make them a turbulent morning
Achieving what I intend, or else I am not from Mudar

24. First for the caravan traversing the plain
A desolate wilderness, darkened by injustice and dust

25. Standing over the hilltops, overwhelmed
By their hands' somnolence and contemplation

26. As if wine and flowering plants were in their bags
From their fatigue and the people's chastity

27. If you spurned a life of repose and justice
Then return with your camels to reason