1. In despair my honor is enough for me, it is enough for my humiliation
Every friend shares with me in death

2. And I am not of those whom his excellence made better than mine
The sword pastures my camels in the resting place

3. It takes them to pots boiling
Where their thick meat boils in the large pots

4. Their boiling and traveling under the saddle
I saw through generosity the faults of stinginess