I don't eat head meat, for the head is heavy

I don't eat trotters, for they are bony

I don't eat roast meat, for it is harmful

I eat light, for it is the strength of the soul

I don't want heads that wear hats

I don't want gold that they will take back

I don't want donkeys that are tied with straw

I eat partridges that are the king's prey

I don't fly high, I'm not a stork

I don't bite anyone, I'm not a dog

I don't limp, I'm not a duck

For I am in love with Aybak's face

I don't act sour, I'm not vinegar

I don't become full, I'm not a pond

I don't become rebellious, I'm not a bully

I live content, for I am Mecca

You pawned my turban

You didn't give me a jug of musthalath

Give justice, you of the helper's lineage

We have no lack of joy

Give the leader and the master

Give me that wine you spoke of

And if you repel and jump out

Put yourself among your own women

I eat love, for it is delicious

It is the taste of the mouth and the growth of the soul

I ate tharid and trotters for a while

Trotters and head meat are harmful to me

From now on, there is no head meat or trotters for us

For us and whoever is worthy of the feast