1. Who rides carried by a docile she-camel
That casts her plains with her sorrow

2. She covers wastelands from her head to her spine
With her strength, under the Pleiades and its keeper

3. While the male camel dreams, the ignorant one from passion
And her rests are in her ignorance and madness

4. From what it produces and rends it torn
From the secret of what it strained and its hidden

5. So fate brought her, the elite of its soul
Between Bazla and the daughter of Labuna

6. She guaranteed for her rider at the end of her market
In travel or secured the soundness of his affairs

7. Communicate, you have reached glory in his verses
And honor between Irass and Qatinah

8. He meant the sons of Auf in their aloofness
That talk is suspended with its passions

9. A reproach that the breath of its heaviness cools the atmosphere
That the sick is comforted by his moan

10. Either in general or specifically between them
For Abi Al-Alaa and the brother of Nud and his companion

11. I resided in the house of Abi Qawam, so it was confused
With the lion among his cubs and in his den

12. A house that contains the full moon in its rise
And the branch in its movements and stillness

13. Flowing, roses are harvested from its clusters
Lush, and dew squeezed from its mud

14. The most handsome of all builds it smiling
Capricious, his difficulty taken from his softness

15. Veiled, and the sun is under his wraps
Or traveling, and the star is below his forehead

16. The face of the clan sunken in its fortress
Or raging, angrily without its fortresses

17. He ate excess food and fed satiated
So his eyelids filled with the earnings of his eyelids

18. So death is between his lance and his sword
And sustenance between his left and his right

19. The sons of Asad gave up their wagers to him
Regrettably, so he won his share and their pawns

20. Convey to him from me, sincerely without them
A complaint, and you have no loyal except Him

21. Why have I gotten nothing back from the Euphrates except
Its bitter waters after its freshness and spring

22. And how has the rain changed its ways
So I suffered after its generosity with its stinginess

23. Why does the face of the full moon shine its night
To the affectionate, while I have the darkness of its shelters

24. After I wallowed in its lights
And roamed through its expanses and bosoms

25. And to you my poetry complains of your violating your vow
And screams during its vigils or its wells

26. You, who procrastinates, how you delay your promises
Stalling and abstain from repaying its debts

27. And you stand to cast into the chests of its rights
With excuses, between its hidden and its evident

28. O owner of the delicate face, you were forgiving in
Delaying the generous donations of your protected

29. The water of modesty, how could you prevent me
With your coldness from its stored rain

30. Or were you not ashamed of a deaf woman you married
To you from the maidens of words and its essence

31. A delegation of her comes to you every day
A face screaming excuses from its burrows

32. It moves about her, and your morning is not
Joyful with its melodies and its compositions

33. Married and her dowry forgotten
While the dowry is a duty at its time

34. What was the worth of her reward to me in your view
Of what returns with its defects and lowness

35. An excuse you beautify for yourselves
And glory blames you for its beautification

36. If you were benevolent I would have thanked the bit of your gifts
And donated the little of your bestowals to its fat

37. And I have sworn I have no fear of shyness
Of the house from its plains and its valleys

38. And the obedient, he leads them to the place
Of slaughter, sacrificing its thin and white

39. My long begging from your gifts is not
A habit for me in debasing poetry or belittling it

40. And I have come with my honor glorified
Next to the abstinent of loins, fortified

41. And I see the abundance of supply with the stingy
As generosity and the humiliation of living with the glutton

42. And I fear that if poetry rebels against you
From the excess of its estrangement towards its calmness

43. And when it sees its justice in another
I worry it will protect the protection of its oppressed

44. And water is drunk sometimes from a
Pure spring, and sometimes from its sediments

45. And generosity is an inherited religion in you
And the free is not returning from his religion

46. Far from your glory to say it faltered
In generous acts and doubted after its certainty