أَلا أَيُّها القَطّاعُ هَل أَنتَ عارِفٌ

لَنا حُرمَةً أَم قَد نَكَرتَ التَحَرُّما

O bandit, do you know of our sanctity

Or have you forgotten proper conduct?

فَهَلا بِطوسٍ وَالبِلادُ حَميدَةٌ

تَعولُ اللَيالي وَالمَطِيَّ المُرَسَّما

So why not Tus, where the lands are blessed,

That fill the nights and the embroidered saddlebags.

وَأَسلَمَتني مِن بَعدِ ما صَوَّحَ الكَلا

وَغاضَت بَقايا الحَسي وَالمُزنُ أَنجَما

And which delivered me after the misfortunes of life

And the remnants of sadness and grief have faded.

سَتَعلَمُ إِن راجَعتَ نَفسَكَ أَو سَخَت

عَنِ الضَفِّ يَوماً أَيُّنا كانَ أَلوَما

You will know, if you reflect upon yourself or get angry,

Which of us has been more unjust one day.