1. I left you, oh time, with little wealth so leave me
When I do not want you, do not want me

2. Do I turn away from you disgusted and stubborn
While you keep company with a reassured heart

3. It would be humiliation if you accept while I refuse
And I love you while you build

4. Your meadow with beauty not for my eyes
And your promise with kindness not for my ears

5. I left you for the one avaricious of you when
I tested you in cruelty and aloofness

6. You were a devoured wolf, its brother
For what was of caution and safety

7. My stumbling blamed my good assumption
Of your people or of your shepherd, so blame me

8. My friends disbelieved and my peace was disturbed
So you slaughter and provoke while you are my mate

9. You bare your fangs if we separate
Whenever I become devoured so consume me

10. And prevent your sons with wombs cut off
So the mother of your sons is a mother who did not birth me

11. Estrangement between us forever and loss
Loss of merit from a tear and destruction

12. They humiliated them and my face was honored
And their association enriched while it did not include me

13. They loved money so they worshipped kings
And not all slaves are devoted slaves

14. Good fortunes inflated for them so they thought
The belly's purpose is to fatten while it starves

15. I did not want its ornaments to seduce me
It has humiliation that entices but does not bend

16. I did not have power over myself and my gaze
Over what grew of goodness and beauty

17. And if I were deceived by its glad tidings
I would be deceived by the blink of a wealthy eye

18. And it stole the resolve of my heart
Doves that moan as they sing

19. And eggs in the tents of the tribe of Salim
Their broods nestled like eggs of sand grouse

20. They carried on their necks, intoxicated
Crescent moons rising on every branch

21. And the whispers of an ascetic's water did not infiltrate my bones
To soften them or moisten them with oil

22. The girl of the villages, her father
Misguided to heresy with a father and son

23. When the Pleiades rose from Al-Rawwaq
It scattered stars and the morning was a dark morning

24. It bargains with me for a price and boils
While I give it freely so I excel

25. I have not been duped like one who gives my joy
And willingly takes my worries and sorrows

26. And before me, it confused the patience of Ibn Hujr
To no avail and no mortgage

27. He gifted it one morning fresh and satisfied
And said to his horses: “Go and gallop!”

28. So one day between disappearing and appearing
And one day between declaring and nearing

29. But the misfortunes did not drive me away
Like the adversities did not frighten me

30. And when some sleep became shameful
I ruled over the lids of my eyes

31. Abu Baghees blames me for aloofness
Evil be upon you, ask me then blame me

32. He thinks my sitting is incompetent and confused
While I trained my horses and camels

33. I stoked the coals and did not fear burning
Behind sustenance while it evades me

34. And I accepted the unyielding verses until
They became easy for every stubborn listener

35. Referring one time to Amr and another to Bakr
It shows them clearly and hints subtly

36. I associated them to seasonal rain
Whenever the knowledgeable clouds heap

37. So it did not cling to deprivation from them
Except with boredom and evasion

38. God has made the rhymes sufficient for me
That I found demeaning and did not honor me

39. Every day I compose it into streams
Cascading between soft and rugged

40. To a valley where grass has not sprouted
Nor a heart where it sweetened what saddened me

41. I called its gnats the nobles of Kisra
But they did not articulate in their dictionary a tune

42. They loved it but did not rise with help
To moisten it or tilt to the right for it

43. And they never divided justice for it one day
With fairness in generosity or in weight

44. It was dragged among the evil ones from its refuge
To a dirty place, lacking a tongue, confused

45. The greedy fought over it
And the shouting did not benefit between the quarrels

46. Its troubles on the scale of grievances
So it did not rise for its calm with heat

47. Its ambitions provoked it so it became rancid
And its udders did not come down with a singer

48. And its dancer in Babylon, the light of a fire
For the living from the tribe of Asad, clear

49. From the logs it was not lifted for a guest
Nor joined together or softened for fat

50. And its long fibrous parts deceived it
So I was able to obtain from its pods

51. And the overflow of its villages was not held back
Nor from its threshing floors except with gathering

52. And the rural one was not Arabized with naming
And commanded with titles and teknonyms

53. And the cure of yeast from the bakers of Tyre
That ripens or is kneaded with wishing

54. It wanted them to be zealously protected or loved
For both states in blessings and wishes

55. So they did not drive away the enemy with extending a voice
Nor fell the nations with spraying spittle

56. So if there is in the bounty of the chaste Banu Ufayf
And running of Al-Ghadiriyya, my assumption is wrong

57. I am not the first of the pioneers whose
Green growth was watered with blood and tears

58. And it was deluded by fantasies of conception
But it did not give birth and was not a mother of weaning

59. And Muzarri'i asked me for rights
To take my covenant for them and my safety

60. And he said give me the island or else
This is the sword so allow me and gift me

61. Do you refuse to extend my palm for them
And your applause dragged me the day of sale, deceiving me

62.
And if my sword and spear were not enough for them

63. They saw with intuition what my striking and stabbing
Oh what a loss, my palm, if not for

64. A young man I gave in friendship as a pledge
He betrayed the honor I presented to him

65. To the nobility so I sought protection with the Azd from him

66. And time was wicked in the twist of Dali
With it to the Khunzuanah the image of a Jinn

67. Fortune came to him chosen and diverted
The setting of the arrow from the back of the large she-camel

68. He took the middle of the villages of olive trees a house
I stayed in ruins and bunks

69. The warmth of night did not stay awake for an opinion
Nor tired for my affliction or if I moan

70. So he tempted her and competed seeking her
With two inflated, bent and bellies

71. And he said I have reached and risen, my landmarks
So why do you raise the heights above me

72. What, am I less than a people you dressed in finery
So they dragged glory from a tail and train

73. And I accepted his argument so he is impetuous
When do I willingly allow him to control me

74. So he won her excuse and my days went
To two palms of stinginess and cowardice

75. He did not know, the son of the Age of Oil, that I
When I praise, I know how to praise

76. And that I, the day I praise him charitably
And if I name him, it is the same that I mean

77. I was lenient with her and she was not clothed in leniency
So lose her now from generosity and lead me

78. I was not before him to blame my generosity
Over a matter and praise my stinginess in it

79. So the settlement of the abode was in sacking a house
A carpet whose spaciousness was like my prison

80. On the dust of earth its stairs did not find
Worn from footsteps nor found me

81. And if she went west of the sunset
Her livers melted from every compression

82. And a twinkle flashed in her slopes
On those ruins of rain and folding

83. And if the generous were propagated for her, O Banu Ali
Caravans would come to the Bestower, the Disgraced

84. Then the zeal of its protector would be every intelligent
Like the chest of As-Samhari, straight and flexed

85. Of little sleep in caring for virtues
When neglect covers every eyelid

86. And Al-Husayn extended for her so he warded
The fangs of deaf hands, cracked

87. And the clouds of his comfort did not pour
With downpour from his clouds, scattered

88. A generous one passed by his habits
Rarely when I called did he answer me

89. He saw my merit so put me forward and gave preference
To the saplings of what you see today bearing fruit

90. But the doves were rude to my sea
One evening before his day and descended my pillar

91. And left me to the turns of time’s rejection
When it casts aside exposing me

92. So it does not cast the island with one fleeing
Cackling in dense, swaying

93. A loyal digger, safe in scattering
Enriching poverty and sustaining me

94. Coming and going quenching an arid water skin
Who folded that hastiness and composure