1. Their sorrows which soared to you subsided,
When their summit came upon you.

2. We came clinging
To the sleeves of an embracing garment,

3. While their longing grew weary and their despair languished.
For twenty days and nights

4. Their reins have been pulling them towards you,
And none but the ostrich overtakes needs after their passing,

5. From the cavalry to the caravan.
By my life! If they meet Hisham

6. Their longing for Hisham would last long,
Even if the obstruction was below him

7. And darkness of mountains was upon it.
And a people biting their palms,

8. Angry at me while others, not pleased, were enraged.
You were slept by glories whose peaks reached the highest,

9. And from the family of Makhzoon you were slept by bones.
Is not Imru’ al-Qais the lowest of his ancestors?

10. Yet, from the sand dunes of Lu’ay are his honors.
Are the sons of Hawwa more rightful to attain that

11. Which cannot be attained against them?
Hisham is accustomed to a habit he regains

12. Like the curb of a free-running horse cannot be blocked.
As the Euphrates broke through from a turbid flooding,

13. Its violence rising above the river bank.
Hisham is the man of the people to whom hopes lead,

14. Even if their ambitions were huge.
We feel ashamed before you of those behind us,

15. Whose fatigue and comfort are worn out.
So, at your side is my bucket, it really, when it draws

16. Forcefully the wells’ water, overflows.
It had been a pasture for it while in the hands