1. I asked about the days of old that were so wondrous,
And the like of which have passed in our time,

2. And I knew for sure that I will inevitably die,
So I follow in the footsteps of those who went before me.

3. And I who must inevitably be struck
By the blows of death, whether gently or violently.

4. So I am not remaining, nor is time to blame.
Be content with what had addled my mind.

5. It will not make me just one day so I would find in it
Its injustices against me or leaving me hungry.

6. And where are my dear friends whom I was accustomed to,
While all of them were in a bliss like mine?

7. Fates called them and after them I remained
A remnant of a lifetime that does not withstand aridity.

8. I experienced from time things I should be preached about
And I sought blessings and asked to be tested.

9. And when calamities happened, I was not
As a loving son of a time that does not command or make cheerful.

10. And the open country that kills the rider, I crossed it
With a riding beast not crippled or stumbling.

11. When the land closes its burrows, I returned
Wearing the garments of poisons not pierced.

12. And what appears to us from its mirage
Is the floods of the sea from its shallow water.

13. And the male partridge calls out the female in it, so she answers him
With twins of chicks from the finely scattered foreground.

14. Young pigeons left the chickpea plant as if
In its watering places flew decisive kohl.