1. O Ram, arise, we have become different without chatter,
Do not be stingy, that stinginess is not like generosity,

2. O Ram, I had a brother whom I hoped for,
But slanderers misguided him away from me,

3. So I stay up reciting poetry, sleepless and worried,
Until morning, though my sleep is not rewarding,

4. O Ram, lowering myself is not in my nature or manners,
And the horizons blazed with hunting,

5. I have become preoccupied with regret instead of leisure,
Not relaxing in the bliss of the soft bed,

6. How can I relax on the sweet basil while war
Rages, hitting cheeks and necks?

7. I swear by your love, my eyes see no cheer,
And my determination is not to be turned back,

8. I can strip the tyrannical king of his ornaments,
In a pure swordfight witnessed by all,

9. And I do not forbid my pool to deprive him,
There is no good in visiting a people you're not welcomed by,

10. O Ram, I am a man of nobility in life,
I look after friends and am called among allies,

11. My kindness is hoped for alongside hard times for those who seek it,
And death is feared during my dark days,

12. Do not deny the hatred of envious foes I defeated,
Glory is not built except by the envied,

13. And one who was happy with fate but it turned against us,
Swiftly, against a dutiful and newborn brother,

14. And when the time for tears has passed he cries over the past,
Gifted to dust, elder and infant alike,

15. One who accompanied fate, it left him no sorrow,
So cease your crying over your regretful affection,

16. I said, a care has afflicted me from a brother,
Whose death came early, of recent memory,

17. He was lowly but fate made me love him,
And fate brings weakness to the strong,

18. And my neighbor by the Tigris, his death befell me,
And I missed a master from a line of chiefs,

19. I did not dislike either with enmity,
But with purity, like the clear spring water to the willow,

20. I used to hope for their return along with other hopes,
Until they stayed despite me forever,

21. So drink to the deaths of brethren, enjoy their company,
The door of death is an irreversible door,

22. It is enough for you that piety brings success,
While sinfulness is disgrace, so do not replace them,

23. And money is honor, so increase your clever ways to gain it,
And if you lack it, be content with asceticism,

24. The vulgar equated money with their Lord,
And poverty placed a people into darkness after esteem,

25. Some people boast with their money,
While the unprivileged are banished into exile,

26. So gain from money what builds your east,
Or live contentedly in scarcity, obscure and uncounted,

27. A group has been steeped into their chests against me,
The poison of dragons boils during appointments,

28. And I named them in verse over their eyes,
And the replier's poison struck the necks of fools,

29. When they see me they hiss from their burqas,
As Ibn Nihiya hissed after singing,

30. It is as if they saw in me a fierce battle lion
Angry, or a crowned king,

31. O ignorant one who shamelessly antagonizes me,
You have tried and gained no praise,

32. Do not think me like one whose tears flow,
At threats, from the thundering maidens,

33. When war stirs I come rushing, unstoppable,
I come to the battlefield and march unrelented,

34. Jinn have tested my guards and tested me,
The lion of mankind, humbling with my leadership,

35. Verses flow from me better than any brilliant star,
More than snake venom to the living dog and master.