الْمَقَامَةُ الرقطاء

Al-Harith bin Hammam said: I arrived at the two markets of Ahwaz.

Harisu ọmọ Hammam sọ pé: Mo dé àwọn ọjà méjèèjì ti Ahwasi.

Wearing the garment of poverty.

Ti mọ sí wọ aṣọ ìyà.

So I stayed there for a while, enduring hardship.

Nítorí náà, mo duro níbẹ̀ fún ìgbà díẹ̀, tí mo ń faradà ìṣòro.

And I spent dark days.

Mo sì lo àwọn ọjọ́ dúdú.

Until I saw the prolongation of my stay as a form of retribution.

Títí tí mo fi rí ìtẹ̀síwájú ìdúró mi gẹ́gẹ́ bí abosi ìsanwó ìbáwí.

So I looked at it with the eye of disdain.

Nítorí náà, mo wo ó pẹ̀lú ojú ìkórira.

And I left it like an abandoned ruin.

Mo sì fi sílẹ̀ bí ìparun tí a ti kọ̀ sílẹ̀.

So I departed from its trickle, like one with a tight garment.

Nítorí náà, mo kúrò ní ìṣàn rẹ̀, bí ẹni tí ó ní aṣọ tó fun lára.

Racing towards the abundant waters.

Mo ń sáré lọ sí omi tó pọ̀.

Until I had traveled two stages and journeyed for two nights.

Títí tí mo fi rìn ìgbà méjì, tí mo sì rìn fún oru méjì.