1. Praise be to God, the Lord of all
He who dispelled every gloom

2. And every defect and every disgrace
From every pure-hearted soul

3. When there came from Palm Valley
Six horses, unmatched steeds

4. So the rods kept running in them
Foam, which is foam, over foam

5. I am a cradle for the flooded Imam
My poetry and love's advice after poetry

6. Yesterday I set free a virtuous captive
So does he ransom me and avail me

7. Of any cause or plea or excuse
That saves Timimi, little thankful

8. From the ring of heavy dark shackles
He is still mad for the darling of time

9. With lineage exalted and reason perplexed
Bestow on your maternal uncles on Eid day