To Jum'a al-Halla in the year He takes it from the man in his lightness The one who carries His burden, Hassan, from him The ones that come The high doors The Aridat He drinks it That he closes with it That he drips with it The one whose beard comes out before his temples No harm and no opposition The one whose blood money is known, kill him The one who doesn't know The one who fills Al-'Amsha for her husband to have dinner The one who is a thousand years old The one who is pregnant, we fear The one we call a mob You find him a Pharaoh The one whose mother is the one who came Where does the strength come from the Bardiya? And his father The one in Umm Hussein's mind The one who owns the hand, the soul is disgusted by it The one who throws the world, he is a wanderer In the night His head is covered with a hand What is with God does not diminish The one who has money, he buys Pigeons and lets them fly At night The one in the dust is a warrior What is in the market, do not worry about it The one who benefits everyone, people are like him And what is it The one whose heart is on the tip of his tongue What is in your hand is closer than what is In your pocket, and what is in your hand Is forbidden to others