1. I say, and the days of my life burn their fuel against me,
And their embers overcome me,

2. Its arrows have pierced my sides,
Its fangs and claws are obsessed with me,

3. Take me and drag me away, O hyena, and be glad
At the flesh of a man who today has no helper,

4. After the son of Fadlullah, days bowed my neck down,
The hand of time violently against me its embers,

5. And the wolves have left their marks on my lute, and long ago,
It resisted and refused to be broken by them

6. And habit has left me to tribulations,
As bones left to be crushed by their breakers,

7. And the tidings of misfortune have pastured my soul after him,
Though at times I disdained its deterrents,

8. Indeed, men gained his bounties, graced for them,
The roots of a life whose flame their departure has extinguished,

9. A cloud shadowed them of which in it and them
Its thunderbolts were dispersed and its showers were poured,

10. And the evils rewarded them for his good deeds,
And days circulated upon him with misfortune its circles,

11. And whoever denies the bounty of which he is its lord,
For as long as I live, I will thank its causes,

12. I used to be in a wasteland with prolonged branched grasses,
Where the star spends the night and converses with it,

13. But after the days cast him away, I became after him
In a place of abundant humiliation overflowing its banks,