VA My heart, I swear by God, is not suspicious, My ambition is the ambition of the intelligent and noble. * The grandfather is cut, and the journey continues.

And he says, comforting himself and resting it, on the resolve to part from his beloved, especially since she suffers from his separation.

And from the black and white, we buy it, With the lament of the sailors when we resemble. O my heart, ask any jurist, May God forgive the sin of him who speaks his sorrow. * To attain glory, you are guided.

O my heart, I have entrusted matters to you, And allowed you to trade in usury. Even if the requests are unjust, I will not find you regretfully buried. * For you have now taken her heart.

And among his sayings in praise of our master, may God protect him, addressing Egypt in this poem: With policies in you, I hide a guarantor, With a hand that bowed to the passage of time. You renewed the measure in your existence, You supported your branches, Hazdula. * And restored the old men to it.

And in it, he says, addressing the benefactor, may God Almighty protect him, referring to the Mamluk uprising: Your good deeds are followed by a good memory, Continuing throughout all time. So guard the banks of the Nile of Egypt, For it resembles the victory of the sword. * And in your state, he sleeps soundly. This poem, like other poems translated from French, is noble in its spirit and its achievements, but in translation its eloquence is lost, so the nobility of its author does not appear. The same applies to the subtleties of Arabic poems, as they cannot be translated into most languages.