1. You bore witness that I have elevated the glory of nobility
And protected the honor of generosity from violation

2. So neither Hatim al-Tai and his slaughtered camel
That fed guests at night

3. Nor those who attacked and ate the guests
Your palm struck with a blow

4. That erased the generosity of those who sacrifice cattle
And you rained the meaning of generosity on the innocent

5. Cleansing them of the blood of victims
And you in the horizon of ministry and generosity

6. Are a sun that shone with justice, dispelling the darkness of oppressions
So who is like Ali or like Mu'ayyad

7. And who like his two glorious noble sons
They are the most praiseworthy Ahmadis who when

8. They threw the arrows of their fingers they pierced with pens
Their places of rest are like lightning that slept on life

9. And their morals are like flowers among the buds
And that Ali when his name is attributed to you

10. Ali so it approaches none but the noble
Turning his palm's back and giving its interior

11. As if generosity has marked it
So his splendor does not strut in the playing field of youth

12. Dragging the train of clouds over the horizons
In it, lightning laughs betrayal at its water

13. And thunder hums rhythmic tunes behind it
With the tender down that covered the ground as he walked

14. And ample shade when fires ignited in the skies
A youth who masters the sea as a drink for the thirsty

15. And regards the world too narrow for the newcomer
His nobilities spread fragrance from his chastity

16. And his opinions cover the resting place of the wretched
When the intoxication of valor and tenderness divide him

17. The waves crash into tumultuous waves
So his enemies are in mourning for his hatred

18. And his guests are in seasons of his generosity
A youth whose glory’s train you never see him dragging

19. Nor riding except on the backs of great ambitions
He swaggers except in the battlefields

20. Nor is arrogant except in the faces of calamities
More stable and steadfast than the foundations that make proud ones yield

21. And more cutting than the edges of sharp swords
And more magical than the mirage’s schemes

22. And quicker and more rightly guided than violent floods
When the chest of spears curves to stab

23. He only reproaches it between the skulls and the corpses
Dragging whoever disobeys our words

24. Closing off the ways of life from the souls
And the birds build above him in the horizon of sky

25. A porch shaded by the feathers of eagles
When the blades of swords break fast with his blood

26. They sprinkle the sunlight sprinkling of dirhams
The polished model of glory is most wondrous

27. It has an intoxication during generosity and nobility
I conversed with him while the horizon blocked his sun

28. Harbingers of good fortune were coming from the auspicious one
And I perceived though him a sword cutting through fate

29. I brandished but did not strike the tooth of the regretful one
And it suffices me in him to elevate my heel from the dust