1. O son of Umayr, you are the first glorious one
Whose love I sought, and he is most generous

2. And I appealed to him when I saw him
Praised by people with the finest praise

3. Help me against a time whose calamities
Seem endless, ceaseless in their onslaught

4. I am the target, though he remains obscure
So none can guide me, but misfortunes find their mark

5. Melancholy's whim has struck me, and its advocate assails me
Its cure is not life, nor is it fatal

6. I called on you, hoping for none but you, while between us
Are men of great honor, exalted and attaining their goal

7. They wish you'd take on their heavy burdens
Yet no people can bear what you have borne

8. If nothing but generosity is the spoils of war
Then be a generous neighbor whose pact endures

9. If beneath pressing woes you heed his call
He comes to you, undistracted by other cares

10. He shields you from the suspicious glance, but only
You are protected if you scorn contempt

11. Far different is a lord whose aid is not withheld
From one whose aid is hoped for while he fails you

12. Abu Talib, burden them with it, let the people believe
The agony of a guardian who does not falter

13. For if you oblige, you oblige bounties
To requite you - the finest words I can utter

14. And poems will journey like the sun in praising you
Their memories renewed at dawn and dusk