1. For he who struggles against enviers, the reward of the struggler,
And the most helpless thing I have tried is to please the envious,

2. And I have not seen anyone today with more enviers than me,
As if the hearts of people towards me are but one envious heart,

3. Has not this people seen anyone virtuous but me,
Nor have the enviers attained glorious deeds before me,

4. I see the concealed hatred beneath the hypocrisy,
And the poison of the black cobras comes to me from sweet honey,

5. And I am patient as long as patience is not considered humiliation,
And I wear for the dispraised the garment of the praiser,

6. Few apologies from one whose sins spend the night,
Seeking loftiness and attaining praise,

7. And I know that if an intimate friend parts from me and I try to replace him with another, he will not be like the first,
And not all who aid me of people are my supporters,

8. Nor are all who assist me of people my helpers,
And will my supporters benefit me if fate leaves me alone,

9. When I have a group of long arms?
And am I glad of the nearness of my kin,

10. If their hearts are distant from me?
O you who struggles to attain what elevations I attained without struggle,

11. Restrain yourself, for I attained them without effort,
By your life, the paths of glories are not hidden,

12. But some conduct is without purpose,
O you who strains his eyes in watching me,

13. My glance at harm is not straining,
I was inadvertent of the enviers, but not neglectful,

14. And I remain long asleep from one who is not sleeping,
O my two friends, you did not prepare for Mutayyam,

15. A captive in the hands of enemies, deprived of rest,
Solitary, separated from loved ones, with tears pouring,

16. Constantly flowing down his cheeks, uninterrupted,
If you wish, I will show hostility openly and I do not object,

17. I think of the aspects of schemes,
I was patient with calamities, the patience of the son of Hurra,

18. Greatly wronged but with few helpers,
So I pursued until the running made my blond steed blind,

19. And I struck until striking enfeebled my arm,
And we thought one whose steps faltered,

20. Would not be afflicted by the like of these calamities,
I gathered Indian swords from every town,

21. And prepared every warrior for raids,
And between them and me, I sent many daughters of Bukayriyya,

22. Around the strongholds,
If other than God is a person's provision,

23. Adversities will come to him from beneficial quarters,
The bier dragged the corpse of Hudhayfa,

24. And he used to view it as equipment for adversities,
And death dragged away Malik ibn Nuwayra,

25. His beautiful wife in the days of Khalid,
And it destroyed the houses of Utayba,

26. His sons and family with the intensity of poems,
May God bring good, for I have customary bounties from Him that are unceasing,

27. So how He saved me from the depth of darkness where no large army could save me from its depth,
If I return one day to war, nobility, generosity and benevolence, I will be the most generous returner,

28. Bitter towards enemies but rich and fertile - sweet of springs for a neighbor
Delighted at the edges of the days with between them whatever he wishes of fresh and plump,

29. I defended the sanctuary of my people and guarded my clan,
And adorned my family with the collars of these necklaces,

30. Virtues not found in any glorious man,
But in Al-Majid Son of the Glorious