1. O Banu Kibah, Allah has reformed you,
The evils of people envelop them,

2. You entered Baghdad, so its trees blossomed,
And its years and months became good through you,

3. You protected its people and guarded its homes,
So its homes lament for you and its houses,

4. Your palms are more dewy than rain, a comfort,
That pours so its rivers beseech its downpour,

5. Your homes are the world while you are its people,
And your morals on the brow of time are its light,

6. Shall I lose my wisdom in seeking the heights?
While you are the towers of glory and its homes.