1. O you who blame, why do you blame me for what I have done
And command the obedient with scorn, though we refused

2. Do you see me demanding of a moon that lights up our faith
The neighing of a lively steed that resembles a swaying branch

3. With a charming coquetry that walked above his charming cheeks
And enchanting eyelids that made us infatuated since we saw them

4. We did not demand anything of him except that we determined
And desolate lands the like of which we never saw

5. We split them with curved blades that count hardship as ease
And to the Preserver we turned those lands from far in the east

6. To whom belongs the favor upon us, and to him belong our praises
Who is the revolutionist among the people when we speak

7. And al-Bukhari with the truth when he dictates to us
And Ibn Idris in teaching what he said and we comprehend

8. And when he commands us in a matter we comply
And when he forbids us from it we desist and become righteous

9. O friend, tell me, where on earth is his equal
Restraining himself from wealth, truly not falsely we speak

10. From him burst forth twelve springs for the desolate lands
God has made him a cave and adornment for all mankind

11. So he can see in everyone who envies him a fault and disgrace