arrogant palm tree

O palm tree, why did you rise above all the trees?

And raised your stature above every slope?

Aren't you the one who said, Where is the rain?

With which I spit the dates from my soul? And I determine your level, my son, in poetry

So follow the walls of a nation and do not enter the palace

And do not reveal your secret, lest fate expose you

Go now, do not share you with me, O era

So bend down, O palm tree, a little and drop some dates

For its sweetness is irresistible. Is it honey or has sugar melted in you

Tell me, O palm tree, are there hymns of magic in your bag

Or did the water decrease and you asked me to stay up late?

Tell me and do not spit on me, lest the heat of hell afflict me

Come down to me and shade me until the moon appears

For life in the dark is more magical with you, O full moon

O palm tree, if I ask you about your condition

Do you promise me that the curse of the gypsies will not afflict me?

Listen to my tragedy and cry with me, O Basri

And let the raindrops fall from the clouds