1. You have averted disaster from me
And migrated as an outsider to India

2. And avoided the mother of disarray
With night-talk that changed reproach

3. Has asceticism made you uncaring
Or why does natural disposition make you ascetic?

4. Many a wealthy man has been mastered by gold
And in the morning become slaves to it

5. They command him and he obeys them
And they are not allowed to tie a knot for him

6. If you had not reminded me as you reminded me
In the evening of the two encampments, Dudd

7. And of Sukayna whose heart
Was silenced when she smiled softly

8. White in the morning, blessed with bounty
So she shone, unable and bosomed

9. Like the cut Ahoo bud when
Its dew is revealed by the starry rain

10. And if kissed, it smells
Of rare musk and soft scent

11. And when the noonday heat smites it
It is given spikenard and mead to drink

12. And the son of him who enriched nobility came
And prepared for enemies a reckoning

13. The most righteous of kings, most virtuous
And their strongest foe and contender

14. I have not betrayed a covenant since I grew up
Nor have I failed to keep a promise

15. I prepared feasts for guests
And poured forth meat and broth

16. And steeds for the brave
When the reward of poetry is retaliation

17. And round leather shields I furnished
Lining them with circulated coins

18. And for everyone stubborn, I readied
A sword to suit you, excellent in metal

19. Whether you have seen it alone
Wrath, when you strike with it

20. It almost restrains your hands from striking
Existing, with it I reaped the necks

21. When the battle was provoked into harvest
And polished, lofty in making

22. The breadth of chests collapse
Seeking from us the ropes of steel

23. When play turned serious
When I plunged into the surge of its billows

24. And returned the fore of horses in avoidance
And made myself a shield before them

25. On the day of turmoil, protection and obstruction
Like the lion roused by the roar

26. In his den, so he snarled
O Lord of a skull I made

27. A sheath for the stabbing blade
And how much I gave away in gifts

28. That I may gain glory through them
And when the weak pleads to me

29. You would see me comply and give way
The Arab has sent parables

30. That speak to me, untying knots
Poverty that causes minds to bow down

31. When they pass by its gifts
Beauty lies not in garments

32. So realize, even if cloaked in fur
Beauty is noble deeds

33. And feats that bequeathed glory