God God, O Abul-Hasan,
In the family of Wahhab, the planets of Yemen
Do not be tempted by your old misfortune with them,
They become like drawings and blood
Oh, you were bothered by my students, oh Abu Al-Hassan
I freed my back from the burden of manna
The Prince's door is a vacant lot that I can't comprehend
Except for a man with a palm on his chin
You are enough for eternity, I do not find a…
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…
