1. The tribe has split over whom you were attached to, so they scattered
The tears of your eyes flow copiously, grief-stricken

2. How can there be a meeting when she has become
A resident of the center of Sanaa or its outskirts

3. How many wastelands below it, with no companion in them
Except the darkness, the hyena, and the predator

4. And a watering place of loud echoes, where the birds
Of the sky hover at times or alight

5. Its water not the water of Ahsaa, ladled
By the hands of drawers, nor a bucket or waterskin

6. Only mud accumulates below it, and a terror
Of death, stubbornness, so it is stagnant

7. My blamer said to me, wait! And I said to her
Leave me be to whom I call - do you know whom I call upon?

8. How can I leave a person in her abode
With henna on her fingers glittering

9. If you were truly wise towards me, no
Hope of my nature would make you hopeful

10. I do lack wisdom and leave it
Intentionally, and sometimes I am deceived and duped

11. I conceal the secret in my chest and store it
Until the right time comes for that saying to emerge

12. And I hold back speech unless it is in a consultation
So it may have salt and a listener

13. My strength not the strength of a shepherd guarding his ewes
Who returns and returns while the dog and lamb return to him

14. Nor of the horseman whose hobble grows strong
Until he spends the night and what remains of his shoe is cut off

15. A servant does not carry more than his capacity from us
While we carry what citadels cannot carry

16. From us is deliberation, and some people reckon us
Slow, but in our slowness is haste