1. You hope to be happy in the abode of grief,
And settle in the home of disgrace.

2. Alas! The turns of fate refuse you,
Those who stayed and the companions of time.

3. Do not accompany your time except fearful,
Of parting with a friend and news from home.

4. And be, to the news of every incident,
Like the lively horse, sharp of ear.

5. Fear stood up for him and did not consent when,
He stood up on four until buried.

6. Its harm lightened, be safe from what you were for it,
Suspicion is a place for doubts.

7.
We are with the days in events,

8. Of fate and night raids being launched.
Indeed the spears of fate meet the youth,

9. Without recognizing shields and courage.
Entering between the two temples, though

10. Binding on fate by the passing of time.
Its calamities did not lag behind a group,

11. After the Jinn of Allah or the family of Qatan.

12. Nor did its edges transgress a rock,
From Mudar of mighty powers or from Yemen.

13. It struck the children of Sasan from their square,
A throw that made safe the sitting birds.

14. And seized the crown of the children of Muharriq,
After the difficult leadership of the family of Yazan.

15. And shattered the scabbards about Marthudah,
Ripping his clothes with scissors of frayed edges.

16.
And the family of Marwan whom its waves covered,

17. When the abdomens descended upon the family of Marwan.
Then the children of Qaram, the noble ones, and they,

18. Returned Yazid the shame, deposed of leadership.
Neither Khubayb nor Yazid could endure it,

19. From an absence whose rain is pouring heavily.
They refused the shame so it led them,

20. To obey the commands of fate.
Oh! Do you remember if you sought a role model,

21. What guarantees a role model for the assured heart?
The day of Bani Al-Simmah in the battlefield of Al-Lawaa,

22. And the day of Bisatam bin Qays at Al-Hasan.
And the day Khaww surrendered Utaybah,

23. The elite cavalry that was safe.
The spear of Thu'aab wounded him a wound,

24. Whose blood gushed like the babbling of a foreigner.
And at Al-Kadid the meeting place of Rabee'ah,

25. They protect the far reach of death with the wells of bravery.
It is as if no horseman wept before me,

26. Nor did a young man sigh before me.
Were all the people but like this,

27. Someone in anguish, weeping for another in anguish?
I ask about my people, why did fate act unjustly with them,

28. Without any hostility, and cast them away from dwelling?
It feathered them with arrows for the enemy,

29. Then showed them to the turns of fate, like ships.
And how did they become handfuls of dust,

30. After they had been shepherd boys and fledglings?
The twist of fate whose violent wind and rain of darkness fell upon it,

31. They were made to sit atop the plains and the slopes.
When the people were content with what is below the burial,

32. For them over the people, and their superiority remains.
Chieftains whose swords,

33. Were the chieftains of prey and leaders of camels.
With the first step to the glory of loftiness,

34. And the long arms to the knot of favors.
For him are the pots that guarantee subsistence to villages,

35. Blessed are his buckets, abundant with milk.
From every stained woman who has their protection,

36. They collectively feed the one down on his luck like crumbs.
Indeed, from his sword the tithes take cover,

37. Their blood in the year of draught with milk.
Do you not see this polished sword,

38. That slowly lowers us down the steps of humiliation?
It is as if the people through it are from one vanishing,

39. And granting, flowing upon that tradition.
A composition folded over its lines,

40. Its beginning is masked and its end exposed.
How strange is that which we inhabit,

41. Bringing together what is between the valleys and canyons.
Between my ribs, a king and a market seller,

42. None knowing what honor and sleep and vanishing are.
If the onlooker knew one day what they are,

43. Events would terrify him, and he would say who and who.
I swear I will not forget them as long as,

44. The red sun rises from the darkness of night.
Either by crying with tears that flow,

45. Or with my heart, if tears refuse and abstain.
I denied the joys of time after them,

46. From the length of my affliction with the calamities of grief.
Misfortunes increased suddenly,

47. And the heart grew accustomed to them and settled.
Tell time to depart with them from a deserter,

48. And carry upon its sunset for it has passed me.