In him who was my youth, O Kha'im and Nimr. And time has kept me for two centuries, You see him after a long time. May God keep you, O ruler, Life flies by in the price.

The Ninth Hour O unique of people in glory and honor, And the best of creation in deed and generosity. My lord, the ninth hour has passed, And the night after it has been destroyed. Thus, time passes, and we do not know the time for us, And honor is consumed in pleasures and blessings. And whoever has a life in this world like yours, O what a fortunate day, then a slip of the foot. May you always have glory and the kingdom have honor, Through you, and you are the extent of my days in blessings.

The Tenth Hour O my lord, the good and the wise, He has a coming on the days ahead. Leave this youth to its companions, And the night has bid us farewell, and is departing. For God's sake, ten hours have passed, Without my heart being weary or bored. Thus, the nights of life pass, From us, and pride is all I have, and no occupation. Joy and advice in the company of the beloved, Make them adorn us for that. And with glory, and we do not know, alas, For it, when it passes among people and settlements. I wish I knew about the separation and the command, And we had not presented anything to it of deeds.