1. What ruins of castles and homes
That were not playgrounds and minarets!

2. And thickets that remained not out of longing
For women sitting by the fire.

3. And plains the winds blew over
Until they crumbled like legends.

4. And meadows that were filled
With branches trembling like moons.

5. The winds destroyed them in every art
And the first rains erased them.

6. Where are the people of the homes? My covenant with you
Is altogether: where, where are the homes?

7. By night I have guided myself
On the paths of a deceased guide on a quick steed.

8. Galloping moistened his flanks
As the cup slips from the hand of the reveler.

9.
My eyes perceive no lightning,

10. And I make my journeys only toward enemies.
Nor do I hope for softness - can people

11. Be rained on forever?
I am a Hashimite when I am attributed,

12. And a specialist who passes the night protected from shame.
I store wrath in the hearts of enemies

13. And I make the tyrant taste the abode of lowliness.
To me shrieking arrows return to death

14. And cannot find the way of escape.
And swords that when brandished

15. Are leaves shaken by the falling of fruits.
And shields that are like the hides

16. Of oxen, erring aimlessly upon them.
And arrows that shoot afar the mortals

17. Striking at the sight from a distance.
And cauldrons that are like the skulls

18. Pulverized between a troop and prisoners.
Above the fire of ember with dry wood

19. When it sparks, it shoots its embers.
So it rises above the blaze like a red banner

20. Dispersing the darkness to every reveler.
For a time, I have prided myself on nobility

21. And my soul has sufficed me against boasting.
I am an army when I advance alone