1. Yesterday, want turned from me its greedy hands
And from the foe crept off the cringing Satan;

2. So I spend freely, playing host to common folk,
Cool calm in fortune’s spite and sure in purpose.

3. At ease I dwell with noble tribes around
Whose hands from mine and tongues from slips I guard.

4. To youth and spring I bend a willing ear
And prince's word - obey it out of Harran.

5. Then comfort you with love your longing eyes
From motes with a glance at her from lids do freed.

6. So blessing you who pine for one long loved -
Than Marwan’s sons that meeting works best cure.