1. When the wind stirs the branches of the trees
And lightning tears through the veil of darkness

2. And continues to excel the atmosphere of the gardens
Polishing it with the morning breeze

3. It unleashes the bellies of the valleys
And crowns the peaks of the hills

4. And kisses in it the lips of the meadows
Flirting with the cheeks of the plains

5. So it purified the thickets with its lights
And energized it with its flashing lightning

6. And visited Udhaibah to provoke the virgin sands
To trip amidst the crests of the dunes

7. Then it wept over its soil
With the eyelids of the gardens and the tears of dew

8. And after it our guide remained
Kissing its knolls and land

9. As if the son of Nasr set his palm upon it
And made the direction of life blush

10. A young man who gave wealth before being asked
And brought good news before death

11. And his gifts guided the seekers
So the journey was made easy and the road was paved

12. As if he had the oversights of time
To be generous while still young

13. When we remember him, we spare the journey
We know his virtues and greatness

14. They are hunters competing
To reach him, racing their steeds across the land

15. If that tribe set out to get something from him
You would see carnage in the bosoms of the land

16. Their swords in the morning
Show the fires of their night upon the villages

17. For them are all well-bred and obedient horses
Spacious, safe, hardy

18. Inclining with their movement, a gentle swaying
Turning with lightning wherever it went

19. And the night contested its lights
But the dawn kissed it when it emerged

20. And it disdains to be humiliated
By any but their faces in confidential talk

21. So oh glory of their state, preserve it
For the open deserts are beneath the palaces

22. And roll up your sleeves, for the like of you
Energized the steeds and split the eggs of the ostriches

23. And attain with glory the highest of matters
As the Bedouins followed the sun of morning

24. For if the moon fled in fear of it
And inclined toward it, it would not be guided

25. Is not your father the perfect Abu Kamil?
Then does supremacy have a limit above him?

26. A young man who found honor where pigeons nest
And the harvest of glory grows from the corn husk

27. The rain approached him in ignorance of him
But when it saw his generosity, it did not waver

28. It quenched your fertility, so when the floodwaters
Filled toward you, the expanses of the course

29. So how many stands like the edge of a sword
With which the air turns crimson with blood

30. The spear meets it and is defeated
As if it had the hearts of enemies

31. And the egg whites have already sung in the waterskin
But the spear did not drink until it revived

32. You ascended so you imagined
The stars were from the light of your face within them

33. You were generous so you taught
That the clouds complain of your rest to the echo

34. I praise you, though I ask your love from you
When people seek riches from you

35. And I have in your pride a path
And in the horizon, the full moon and radiance

36. When Aamir ascended the heights
And no elevated spot remained above it

37. You clung to the edges of that carpenter
And settled with the enmity of that assistant

38. Calm when misfortunes strike me
And the knot of prohibition is loosened from fear

39. With twenty I spent in blocking them
And I found during the time of resolve

40. And though I crave poetry
I store it from all people

41. But your love called it out
And man is ever slave to passion

42. Your worth has risen above my verse
But it is a course that must be followed