1. This heart has not recovered from its rapture
And its inclination towards love and its playfulness

2. Welcome, welcome to the one who came to you
With gentleness, walking to you slowly in his dignity

3. He spent the night in Hulwan seeking you
As the people of Al-Walid sent seeking him

4. Love guided him, so you quenched your thirst
As the blood of kings quenches his thirst from his cup

5. If only Aburumh had delayed the call to prayer
He would have come to you from his resting place

6. Watering Hulwan, land of vineyards, and what he composed
Of its figs and grapes

7. Palm trees are water springs in the meadow
Overwhelmed by the cool breeze, swaying as they drink

8. Its black inhabitants are doves, so
Its crows do not stop pecking at its ripe dates

9. Egypt and Iraq sing your praises
As do the Levant's splendor and gold

10. Among them is glory when you come to them
And attainment that does not diminish from its abundance

11. Praise the good son of Layla when
You praise his religion and lineage

12. One who keeps his word and fights, who
Fears God in his forbearance and anger

13. One whose hands overflow with bounty, one who
Seizes praise when it is fitting

14. Your mother is fair, from Quda'a, in the
House shaded by its branches

15. While you are the refined jewel
From Abd Manaf, your hands seizing its cause

16. The whites of your sons will succeed you
As fresh twigs succeed in its valleys

17. They are not of weak character
Nor like its weak branches or those exiled

18. Scenting the Byzantines, they look
As the eagles of the Cross peered from its ridge

19. We are on the oath to the Messenger and what
Was given of non-Arabs and Arabs

20. With it we were victorious over the enemy and
Hope for the unseen in its distance and nearness

21. We will come when you call in the
Everlasting meadow, their bodies and robes

22. Leading stallions in front of the she-camels, their
Faces obscured by their howdahs

23. Among them Kurayb leads donkeys
Which the judges do not equal in their address

24. And one like the red mountains of Mudar
Who cured the lame of his ailment

25. And the two sons of Nizar, when together
Leave no fugitive to his escape