1. O house of Ayyub, the clouds of contentment watered you
Beneath the awnings, but then withheld their rain

2. I yearn for the days when your kingdom bestowed
Its blessings over the wilderness, shading it

3. None among the enemies was mightier in valor
Nor higher in the stars was his station

4. Ransoms offered hastily bowed before
Your wealth, so it removed and humbled them

5. How often beyond this have your hands declaimed
Poems whose verses were mostly ours, seldom theirs

6. I called out in your dwelling and said to my friend
None was swifter to answer the call than it

7. So he approached and said perhaps it was excused
After losing its family, and I said perhaps