1. The barefoot ones circle around his doors
Like the circling of pilgrims around the Sacred House

2. Talal refused to speak out of sadness
Why should he care if he were to answer gloomily?

3. And on the branch are traces that remain
Games that cannot be known except in imagination

4. When we get angry with a hurtful anger
We tear away the veil of the sun or rain blood

5. Whenever we honor a chief of a tribe
A progeny of a pulpit who prayed for us and bid farewell

6. We are a people whose steeds still
Accompany a king or seize war booty

7. We created a sky above us with its stars
Swords and spears that make the glance close painfully

8. And the prison of a day whose hardship the war dragged out
Its shadow drew near and reddened until it took on heat

9. I surpassed the progeny of youth and my worries advanced
Until I could find no one more advanced

10. So this is the time when the soul felt shame and trembled
For my audacity, and I returned to what was more upright

11. And a day like the oven of slave girls they kindled
And in it they lit the embers until it reddened

12. I flung myself into the tumult of its poisons
And with the molten iron until its vein burst blood