1. O Umayma, your brother has folded his wings
A white one who drove away the black misfortunes

2. The heels of the new one, when they pass by the youth
Passed the calamities, left no new thing

3. He used to be, before you, a prey for virtues
And today he went far from virtues

4. They turned away from him observing faces
The twist-eyed looked and turned away blushing cheeks from him

5. He missed his youth after his youth was lost
An aim, by your life O Umayma, far away