O Ali, Rather, O Aba al-Hasan al-Maa
You have a kind of kindness
Fear God, you are a poet of Qais.
Don’t be a stigma on poets
Your brothers residing in the mother
I will come to prostitute, not to sing
you are blind, For adulterers here
Evils hidden from Al-Basra
Would you listen to the hadith, so what?
winked, and gesturing
The signs with the eyes and with the eyes
Di, And take the time to meet
May I have a plan for tomorrow
R, And they came with bad evil
Other than what we see in the sanctity of friendship
Nor do they remember the covenant of brotherhood
they ordered them, and you are a donkey
reverent of dullness and stupidity