1. Four times, no - submission is lost
To you, though my affection has not betrayed you

2. So accept my apology, let it be
That you see my soul held hostage, wandering in its valleys

3. And I cannot ward off harm from you through any trick
For I have no power over fate

4. And if devastated by death I am, by what aim
Has the hand of fate from the bow of death released my heart

5. And if you have replaced my misery with bounty
Then my eyes have been replaced - specks for slumber

6. I will travel from the bondage of restrictions disheveled
Controlled, not to be hurried by any guide

7. By the wind - it stands still yet if it rages
A bellowing she-camel, with a leader and guide

8. How many hut made of branches in the desert
It has destroyed, and plunged through the floods of Euphrates

9. And that is nothing compared to the Prince and his might
To equal an obstinate old she-camel from Unays

10. I saw in generosity and magnanimity a zeal
That enraged every noble horse

11. A man whose fat is not melted by wine
Rather hands accustomed to generosity and grace

12. You see people in droves at the door of his abode
As if they were one crawling creature and locusts

13. A day to elevate the poor to the rich
And a day of necks bowed down for the harvest

14. His gifts gave shade and excelled
Over the donkeys in their settlements

15. And whenever disaster's seriousness deluded him
The lightening of heavy clouds or roar of thunder swayed him

16. Generosity sprawled out to serve him, son of Yahya, son of Khalid
With the running of gazelles lengthening the lineage of glory

17. Before a red Khamis that is as though
A shirt woven from silk and horse hair

18. For it is nothing but time with its ups and downs
Visiting misery and enmity upon all

19. Greetings upon the world when you are lost
O children of the Barmuk, of basil and meadows

20. Through the generosity of the son of Yahya, the paths of guidance shone
And my Lord secured every city from fear

21. So for you, O Generosity, from me as a precious gift
Which has praised you after the glory of leadership

22. Khaliliya is its scale, Qutrubiya its peer
The likes of them for kings are wishful thinking

23. It matters not that it be not counted for Jarwal
Nor Ka'b al-Muzani, nor for Ziyad