1. The stay was long to get something done
From the Imam, and I mentioned my return

2. So my tears flowed remembering what passed
As if my heart was in the wing of an eagle

3. And I turn from the nobility of lineage seeking provision
For some people, while holding back from the zeal of youth

4. O Yaqub, the poor came at evening
Exposing themselves to your sword's stroke

5. So you watered them and counted me as a palm tree
That grew for its planter without irrigation

6. No, my father, I am a sweet basil
So smell me with your nose and water me with your bucket

7. The generous palm gives its fruits so if it refuses
The blame is on the date gatherer

8. The stay was long with an imprisoned need
That tore itself before you so pass it with henna