1. Extend to me a hand, accustomed to generosity,
By which the past wielded sword and pen.

2. Its palm is the unyielding rock of the pillars,
And its back, the unyielding rock of Islam.

3. For the companion, the son of Ali, it aspires to the heights,
Not equalled by Arabs or non-Arabs in stature.

4. Were ibn Abbad to see him, he would become
His slave, so stunned by his greatness to move a step.

5. Not ibn al-Amīd, nor Abd al-Hamid, nor yet
As-Sābi have his virtues and qualities.

6. The learned ones of the age all bowed down to him,
For he is the pure, the immaculate, the learned sage.

7. So why should he be distressed, enveloped in generosity,
While his honor is protected by his sanctity?

8. By good fortune, support, and cunning, his enemies
Complied with him, though they were not at peace.

9. They recite their troubles and comforts to him,
While his heart burns with those whose hearts are cruel.

10. Tell me - is this, which a pen commands,
The key to sustenance, or a banner?

11. For gentlefolk, through it flows an eternal spring,
While for rebels, its sharpness sheds blood.