1. What galleries that faced a torrent,
Where a solitary met him and the laters,

2. With better than it the day she said: behold
Those around us, among them a jealous and a rival,

3. You see then a cold drink none can attain
In its fear but a refusal or a slinker,

4. O Bani Malik, none will drive you back when your affliction,
And kindle you from the heat of my fiery kindler,

5. And beware of affliction, let it not ill-affect you,
As it was inauspicious for Dhubian's Dahes,

6. O Bani Malik, the excellence of our glory is past,
And the son of Layla died while in hopelessness from that,

7. So the mind has not ceased being reasonable about the Most High,
And the imprisoned has not ceased from glory by the confiner.