1. If your noble traits disdain to be desired,
We have delimited them in our talk with restraint.

2. No hand falls short of high ambition
Unless before the knower it fears blame.

3. Yours is the lineage one who journeys therein
Fears no straying, no darkness.

4. When the full moons of the Bani Humeid appear,
The stars have every right to shut tight.

5. As for their graves - they have brought forth
Bones within their burial places - bones.

6. You have made their glory endure though they died;
Thus no life, no dovelike moan.

7. While many contend with you for supremacy,
You have stayed sleepless seeking it out as they slept.

8. With wishes he speaks of meeting you,
While the knowledgeable say "Peace" to him.

9. And to one passing through your land you have cautioned
Your swords, should he desire a stay.

10. His ancestor's probity suffices you - a probity
That makes his good fortune a crushing torrent.

11. We have struck him with your mention, and it is a word -
Thus the heart, the hand, and the sword.

12. I wonder that the Protector with resolve
Seeks to attain through him while a stripling.

13. I swear that it, nimble as a serpent,
Though it be arrows in its speed.

14. It fathoms those who have assumed its climbing,
And they harbor above it the holy precinct.

15. For a day on which your dynasty settled down,
Its foundations warrant buttressing indeed.

16. You refused blasphemy though my agonies multiplied,
For I found in them a place for breathing.

17. Should they reach you through the nights I have strung them,
Year upon year.

18. I thanked the beauty of your mention which is with me
The perfection of bounty, its perfect form.

19. Your clouds sated me in lands wherein
Often I complained of burning thirst.

20. Your gifts have enriched me beyond people
I deemed - but they attained no nobility.

21. To their spending I sent hope
To learn how the arid wastes fill.

22. If the vile think ill in them,
I have recognized in it the vile.

23. As for me and the miser - your gifts already
Suffice me, those which sufficed men.

24. If the mirage is stingy with its moisture,
The hand of the rain-seeker has grasped the raincloud.

25. Not absent are your generous deeds, though
Their visit be rare.

26. How could your bounty be lost on a generous one
Who has prepared for thanking you this utterance?

27. If the ode should lean when listeners hear it,
Then I have poured in it the wine unmixed.

28. It visits lightly while I yearn ardently -
Each of us claims passionate love of you.

29. When brought to you, I know that I
Have tamed every raging lioness.

30. Had she not found you a matching peer,
She would be among the epochs ruinous.

31. And had she sought other than you I would say
Show me her grave amidst the channels!