1. My fortune in writing was incomplete
In my youth, my fortune was abundant

2. Until prudence ruled my thoughts
And moderation settled in and obstacles arose

3. So that perfection would be unattainable and the
Ignorant would know that Allah is the One, the Able

4. Is it because of fairness that I am disabled
While the unjust one is intensely immersed in writing

5. I complain but my complaint has no listener
And I cry out being oppressed but I have no helper

6. The days have nearly diminished their term
In merit, were it not that they are generous

7. They used to fight me while I had no helper
And today they kill me while I have no avenger

8. So if I go insane, it's no wonder
For this circling madman has gone insane

9. Perhaps the helper of the kingdom will shine his fortune
And a fresh livelihood will return to its flourishing abode

10. For glory, it has guaranteed promises
And Allah is its helper, what an excellent helper!