1. Take from my reins the means for the consequences,
Oh how near I am between my aspirations and demands,

2. My determination has made my time capricious, and perhaps
I have made deals with it using well-aimed arrows,

3. When I resisted the blowing winds in my youth,
Increasing the distance from the torment of watering places,

4. And turned away from the union of loves and passions,
It yielded to me the yielding of the compliant to their rider,

5. And I accepted in my youth the morals of old age,
Disobeying, unrestful, not calmed for the puller,

6. Resolute intentions that cannot be attained by a contender,
And careful secrets that are not disclosed to a player,

7. By God what is destined for you of ordeals,
The view of honor is sweeter than the union of beauties,

8. The enemies are deceived that I have become decreasing
While many privations were aids for the jumper,

9. Slow down, I am wealthy in glory,
And though my bags are empty of what you wished from me,

10. Isn’t money but a servant to the youth’s desires
And isn’t desire except for bringing the sought,

11. So do not seek from it but to fill a gap,
And if there is more let it be for the gifts,

12. I disliked being informed about every incident,
And no kohl but from the dust of processions,

13. Do not think it demolishable, for it is solid,
Its flames are the perplexity of victorious kings,

14. I will ignite it red, its sparks pouring down,
Upon the flank of the land like the descent of locusts,

15. With every Tamimi as if his shirt
Was dyed with the extract of the intertwining vine,

16. He fights happily with what he comprehends,
Deeming him to humans as not a warrior,

17. The gashes of his wounds pour blood,
Coming and going without the flow stopping,

18. If the shining lightning lies to the blamer,
Then the lightning of their weapons is truthful, not lying,

19. The neighing of pouring rain rages upon the ground,
And the swelling of a torrent like the accumulation of clouds,

20. Horsemen who gathered at night and awoke
With the knots of opinion like knots of plaited hair,

21. When they point their spears for stabbing, their thrusts
Shot them like stars seeking planets,

22. Lions, when the ominous Thursday roared,
They asked the souls above the foxes,

23. So the people's struggle prolonged until they collided
Upon traditions of the piercing insanity of the madly in love,

24. So the length of the chase and its heat pushed them
To trample the backs of secluded houses,

25. But the stabbing was not between the shoulders of the brave
Nor between the slave girls' breasts,

26. And safe was he who did not ride the sword around his neck
The morning the ordeal was seen to be of arduous riding,

27. A riding as if the stallions were enraged when they rose
Competing with the necks of the horses and oxen,

28. Agile on their cruppers as if they were
Of the accustomed camels with the caravans,

29. If you conceal a night, its morning reveals them
Between wishes and destinations,

30. And I have a thirst I did not quench its heat
Except you in the cup, excellence for the drinker,