1. With lasting prosperity and abundant bounty,
The fate of the wanderer and the life of the desert,

2. Moving under the banner of the West,
Stern of face, smiling of heart.

3. I said, though barrenness was slain,
Did she move with a lightning flash or move with wrath?

4. She was generous on plateau and dune alike,
With ripe juicy fruits without holes.

5. With a breeze around her slender waist,
Stumbling weakly with the tails of clouds,

6. And lightning guiding the caravans,
Her braids shining in pleasant thunder,

7. And thunder humming the song of rain,
More clinging than the love of one enamored,

8. It rained on her people and open spaces,
And clothed the land in robes of greenery,

9. And taught the water the embrace of grass,
The soil would thank her if she struck with hail,

10. The horses and steeds would thank her for rain,
With a bright deed and dark-skinned people,

11. She dreams, heedless of the winds of calamity,
Easy to attain, noble yet modest,

12. She conceives without milking,
And makes the valley a pasture,

13. Green are the years however old,
Like the beautiful woman after sin,

14. And the joy of entrails after distress,
And the kindness of the beloved to the lover,

15. Whoever clasps her hand from nearby
Would know in her the arrogance of pride,

16. A sway of compassion for one who makes amends,
Dragging her train through the vast space,

17. Combining her strength and gentleness,
She hosted without raising dust of blame,

18. Nor was she provoked by the sharpness of censure,
At ease, prosperous and fertile,

19. She restrained and suppressed the peripheries of discourse,
And sparked in the water the flint of resolve,

20. She facilitates gifts in hard times,
An eye that shaded us with its tears,

21. She came caressing like the caressing of a flock,
With proud hips and blonde hair,

22. Gaining praise, what a gain!
Yes, settlements of the sedentary and provisions for travelers,

23. Whatever fruit and water you wish,
Yes, and grazing green and dry,

24. And from gardens, dense thickets,
Dancers among them, swaying branches,

25. In a sea of waving grass,
And birds among them quenching thirst.

26. What's between mellifluous poet and chant,
Life in them is pleasure, what plunder!

27. Restraining the insolent and frivolous,
A day of leisure for their playfulness,

28. A visit not spoiled by enmity,
Before the sting of mishap or gain.

29. I made the non-Arabs into Arab hordes,
Without stabbing or striking,

30. And people in the peace of purpose like war,
And everything existing for plunder,

31. Nothing remains but the face of the Lord.