1. Look, my friend, at the belly of the wine skin.
Does it entertain without beauty from anyone?

2. The beauty of disheveled hair has descended from
imprisonment between the dune and the pillow.

3. They carry tears, like pearls, in the
cloth, and faces white like hailstones.

4. Beyond my abode and behind it Mount Thalj
upon which clouds like coats of mail.

5. By the Lord of the terrified camels, and those
that cut through every tough thorn bush,

6. And the sacrificial camels, when brought near to their slaughter,
swore the oath of innocence sincerely.

7. I have not abandoned the best of what I knew,
Nor loved anyone but you, my love.

8. Disheveled hair says, "If you were to awake
from your drunkenness, you would find my number abundant."

9. It refuses the conversation of the remorseful in the cleft of
dawn and the voice of the chirping stringed lute,

10. My sword, tongue and a people who were not cowed
refuse, like the speckles of a lion.

11. I do not scratch the scratch with an entertainer, and
my companion does not fear when I wield my hand.

12. Neither does my stingy entertainer fear being bitten,
Nor does my neighbor fear me as long as I live.