1. We roamed by whim to the meadow's slope, a perilous roam,
The living water quenched its thirst, and the slope's thirst, from that roam,

2. There we inclined towards idleness and youth,
The reins of reproof loosed, where advice was not known,

3. And successors passed by its ruins,
We rose to it however desire willed at dawn,

4. And each of us pastured in it a lush meadow,
And we opened its morning horizons with song,

5. And the riding of the breeze brought us gentle scents,
Spreading from blossoms that blow with every breath,

6. So it continued leading our souls in their musings,
Kindling for the flame of passion amidst thickets, a spark,

7. Until it called us to renew its covenant,
On a day we roamed it freely, following our every whim,

8. To that western slope and dwelling where
We witnessed the solid monastery and palace,

9. Attempting the pleasures of youth in its charm,
And turning away from the seeker of worries with disregard,

10. At the two banks, and what they contained
Of beauty that we fell short fully capturing,

11. We have inherited from it a fragrant paradise,
With rivers flowing around it in every direction,

12. And challenged at dice by one unskilled,
Who fell short against us and was marred with shame,

13. Claiming the Persians bequeathed it to him,
And none but him, being their treasure, could claim it,

14. That Zaradusht used his mind in its making,
Until he succeeded by utilizing it as stratagem,

15. And the King of India and his prince in Lahore
Exhausted their minds struggling at it,

16. So the mind of Ibn Dahir was spurred for innovation,
And without him, its conquest would not have come to be,

17. And claiming that dice in eloquent tongue,
Yields the most profit when a human seeks profit,

18. Gently, pay no heed to your claim, and dispel,
The delusions of a self that stumbled confused,

19. Will you turn away from joining our company,
And seek something that earns you only rebuke?

20. While we are the best society of cultured folk,
The noble wishes he could be counted among them,

21. So destruction to the claim that opposes what is right,
And substitutes for the light of dawn thereby, darkness,

22. I did not intend to expose you, though indeed,
It is important, yet I tripped into jest,

23. The only aim being to mention our days that
We roamed by whim in their shade, roaming playfully.