الْمَقَامَةُ الْنصيبية

Until I found Abu Zayd al-Saruji wandering in the regions of Nasibin.

Títí tí mo fi rí Baba Seidu ara Saruji tí ó ń rìn ní àwọn agbègbè Nasibin.

He was wandering like the afflicted and the fortunate.

Ó ń rìn bí ẹni tí ó ní àárẹ̀ àti ẹni tí ó ní àṣeyọrí.

And he scatters pearls from his mouth.

Ó sì ń tú àwọn wúrà láti ẹnu rẹ̀.

And he milks pearls with his hands.

Ó sì ń mú àwọn wúrà pẹ̀lú ọwọ́ rẹ̀.

So I found my struggle had gained a prize.

Nítorí náà, mo rí i pé ìjàkadì mi ti gba ẹ̀bùn kan.

And my unique arrow had become a twin.

Àti pé ọ̀fà mi aláìlóríkan ti di ìbejì.

And I continued to follow his shadow wherever it arose.

Mo sì tẹ̀lé ojiji rẹ̀ níbi gbogbo tí ó bá ti jí.

And I picked up his words whenever he spoke.

Mo sì ń mú ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ̀ nígbà gbogbo tí ó bá sọ.

Until a disease of long duration afflicted him.

Títí tí àìsàn kan tí ó pẹ́ fi kàn án.

And its knife exposed his bone

ọbẹ rẹ gbẹ ará rẹ,