1. Blankets or cloaks, double-lined,
Sweetest for the chosen one than honey,

2. Oh, the bliss of one who died in its battles,
Between those sweet double-linings,

3. And oh, the bliss of one who presses his love
To loyalty in the son of Imam Ali,

4. The judge of judges whose gifts
Were created for hope that came quickly,

5. No fault in his generosity except blessings
That deprive the pleasure of hope,

6. How many times have I clashed with fate and it
Repelled from me like the battle of the camel,

7. So explain clearly the Arabian years,
And count to spend prayers with the camel.