1. The Turks, if one day they don their coats of mail
And cast aside their robes,

2. You would find a lion pouncing on the foe
When they bend low in the saddles of their steeds.

3. You would see angels who have hurled flames
Upon the demons from the horizon of the Turks.

4. Pure stars - not firebrands or feathers -
Adorn their Sickles during the Crescent festival.

5. They have forbidden wine when they embraced Islam,
So they kindled with water the fire of alliance.

6. They have returned as arguing knights whose prey is a lion,
Mounted atop their saddled horses.

7. They are delighted by nothing
Except hearing the scream of a supplicant or the sound of a prowler.

8. The eyes of their enemies are blinded by their light;
How can the eyes of bats bear the sun?

9. When did they sleep or take a break? They care and love
With magic from Babylon and pearls from Cush.

10. They are the flood which drowned the Franks,
And so resembled vines with broken stems.

11. They are the kingdoms of Moses, and if he is mentioned,
They are the best kings with crown and turban.

12. The banner of victory is still tied to them, and beneath
The shade of the royal throne they are sheltered.

13. The leaves have not sung in the branches,
Stirred by the Najdi breeze with rustling.