1. Our loved ones, how many greetings were repelled,
And yet, you had no covenants,

2. You promised me the sands of Hazwa,
Yet the vows were never fulfilled.

3. And you said, “Ask about us,”
The sanctity of love did not prevent you,

4. Nor did the pleading of my resolute heart.
Since you deserted the abode of Ani,

5. I say, no longer does the abode seem desolate.
In her herd, I was told there are gazelles

6. With a glance, they hunt the lions.
Beneath your tents are alluring doe

7. Shaded by the towering palm.
When they walk, they touch the heights,

8. And when settled, the coolness spreads.
For the rod, they have grace,

9. And for the fawn, charm.
If little of their clan is kind

10. Or abundant in meadows and flowers.
In the abode of Al-Walid is a sea,

11. Where delegations alight around it.
Suhail, the father of deserts,

12. And the towering, straight, towering palm.
None can be found like Abu Al-Mazin,

13. Whence can his equal be found?
Of high glory, of high lineage,

14. Ransoms offered to curb his assault.
In his hand appears a full moon,

15. Illuminating, or clouds that pour forth.
From his palm pours forth bounty,

16. The least of which is Dirhams and Dinars.
How oft has fate sought to mar

17. His upright opinion, yet it holds firm.
Matters are surrendered to him, only intending

18. That which he intends.
And with them, how many troops has he invaded,

19. After which, troops followed in succession.
From them, he leads countless legions

20. With his like, the countless thrives.
He has ruled them as a youth and elder

21. And one like him is destined to rule.
O Father of Ali, O Father Al-Walid

22. May your star never abandon highness.
My song was beneath the ridge of my abode

23. And to me belonged soft lament and hand.
So O son of Zann and O son of Sa’d

24. And O son of ‘Akk, for they are lions.
Garb me in that which will not perish

25. With praises never perishing.
Inherited in your sons, not old,

26. Among them, its embroidery renewed.