1. Your radiant face has disappeared from our vision,
And may God bring the day we see you near.

2. It comes bearing four gifts:
The full moon, the high dune, the rain clouds and the lion.

3. A man could give his eyes for a single glance from you,
That would relieve sorrow and veil grief.

4. Each one is delighted by a face in his family,
A light that the elders bow to when it shines on them.

5. You singled out your lions for defending the faith,
While you remained singular in your benevolence.

6. A lion whose fangs shred the swords,
You'd think its mane was made of hair and twisted threads.

7. As if its eyelids in war were dyed red
With the blood of Indians mixed with wine.

8. So fierce are the blows from its right hand, should a sword taste them,
It would get drunk with blood spilled copiously.

9. And for the Rudaini, on the day of the thrusting of spears, are lofty deeds,
Shredding livers amidst the throngs of warriors.

10. The faith relies on a king whose kingdom
Rises and sets with trust in the Merciful.

11. As if the shooting stars flung from his tongue
Strike down the tyrants of disbelief who oppose him.

12. And whenever he resolves to unfurl the banners,
His hands harvest victories from his resolutions.

13. A bold man who, when adversity disputes with him,
Disputes it back in a struggle he sees as one of equals.

14. A warrior who charges into the fray of fright,
As if he is a roaring lion carrying its cubs.

15. When the sky clears of its clouds,
The lances are pillars for them holding the sky aloft.

16. With every Indian sword, its steel immersed in blood,
The cold from it freezes the blood spilled atop it into ice.

17. It slashes with a stick, if its swing is provoked
On the day of fighting, to the eyes of one lying asleep.

18. It does not let the soul sip from the body of one clad in armor
Until it sees the sword devouring the links of mail.

19. You unleashed a flood of armies against your enemies,
Leaving the land bereft of them, devoid of pillars.

20. O pivot of all acts of grace! O you
Whose justice is the pillar of all the helpless!

21. Yearning souls have flocked to you and found relief
In your name, and hands outstretched for aid were healed by you.

22. You never turned any asker away without fulfilling their request,
Nor left any yearner unmet in your munificence.

23. I do not desire to live far from my homeland,
For I am pleased with Homs after it as my home.

24. I was parted from my own people and joined theirs,
But God never parted us, not ever.

25. How many of my kin lie buried beneath the soil from me,
And I lamented the loss of none of them.

26. Nor did the death of my father please me,
Though a parent's death often grieves their child.

27. You did not bar my way from reuniting with them,
But you made my own chains keep me from them.

28. Yet kindness is beautiful when its sweetness
Flows over my heart and cools the heat of grief.