1. O son of Ghayth, trustee of the religion
You remain the relief for every hardship

2. Your manner has descended from
The one of virtue and old loyalty

3. So take it for me promptly and quickly
Your taking for me a missive of flour

4. And deliver Salah al-Din al-Marjuy
You both remain my joyous friends

5. And if I become downcast in shyness
My eyes are towards the path