1. O Faisal, when his anger is aroused
The ship is directed and the moth's garment is worn

2. I complain to you of your folly, that you may desist
From spite which was once wholesome, now each is sated with his sating

3. He has refused me, and the wood of her ribs is a painful cramming
If the ship's timber touches the wretched one, it totters him

4. Shame on her, blackened cheeks and lips
They have milked me of my blood-wit, with no movement in it

5. The lute and the reeds are better for the jilted lover who seeks diversion
Than one whose cheek and lip are withered in gloom