1. My master, may you live long
May most people ransom you

2. A sheikh for all the festivals
People recite his poems

3. His chest boiling with love for the Arabs
His dimples and eyes smile

4. And a hawk's claws toward whoever claws
Separate from the confused their bodies

5. My master, how I wish for the cloak
If not for the need you know

6. I fear the commotion of the rabble
They walk with lies throwing them

7. Oh how I wished but no use
I walk with your shadow and it alone

8. And I did not wear silk instead of burlap
And from love my heart did not betray him

9. And if your head stays safe the excitable calm down
And what is past, oh gentle sheikh, makes it gentler