1. Go gently, O noble king
Delay your promise from what you obtain

2. Your generosity, even if little, in this abode
For in what you give generously, nothing is little

3. So you frustrate the envious and see an enemy
As if they are bidding you farewell and departing

4. And this cloud calms down for we doubted
Will it overcome or is its life for you a tribe

5. And I used to blame ardour in forgiving
Yet here I am in forgiving him, blamer

6. And I do not fear your deviating from a path
And the polished sword of the state of the past

7. And every twig of Ghutrif wished
That for your travel their separation is the way

8. And like a deep filled with blood
It flowed through it with you, the horses

9. When the young man gets used to plunging into calamities
Then the circling vicissitudes are easiest for him

10. And whoever commanded the fortresses, they did not disobey him
The rugged and the plains obeyed him

11. You humiliate everyone whom the nights threw
And uncover everyone whom laziness buried

12. And we call you the sword, and is there a sword
With which the slain can escape death?

13. The sword has no deed but cutting
And you are the cutter, the righteous, the reacher

14. And you are the eloquent knight, patient
Speaking and neighing are over

15. The spear deviates from you while it aims
And falls short that it reaches you despite its length

16. If the spearheads were able to speak
The spearheads would say to you what I say

17. And if immortality was possible, you would be immortal alone
But the world has no intimate friend