1. In the name of the spearheads and the sharp swords
The building of glories and acquiring of virtues

2. And in the onslaughts of horses their chests bleed
A cure for the ailments of wavering hearts

3. No work prospers unless it begins with "In the name of God"
So shame to the curly hair and calloused hands of singers

4. Glory is but piercing, striking, and calling to arms
Rejecting disgrace and seeking forgiveness for sins

5. Armies moving against armies seem like
The heat of Hejaz or the seas of high waves

6. Youth jumped into them headlong to death
Seeing living in disgrace as harsh as fetters

7. O my friend, son of Amr ibn Ghanam ibn Taghlib
Leave me be, for I rush to the heights tirelessly

8. Wine to me is but sin of the tavern
And dice to me are but eggs of defeated cowards

9. Do not mention blond hair unless it is bloody
Or listen to a singer unless his voice is stern

10. I love drinking in the shade of a domed house
Their gatherings in it have brave warriors' backs

11. I yearn to embrace the armored and curl up
Around the delicate waists of tender gazelles

12. Whoever seeks glory unsheathes his sword
And battles the sea of adversity fearlessly

13. Thus Quraysh and Wail gained superiority over people
Only by committing the greatest atrocities

14. Whoever does not risk himself in each ambiguity
Lives in disgrace, living the life of beasts

15. Whoever's fatality does not drive him to malice
Failure and disgrace drive themselves to him

16. Evildoers obey only a tyrant
With the might of vicious lions among them

17. Whoever wants to subjugate people, let him tilt
Spearheads at them without mercy

18. So many with a peaceful tongue yet
Under the breastplate lies a belligerent heart

19. His words are like bees' honey, sweet yet
More harmful than saliva of scorpions

20. So you who seek lofty goals, that is not attained
By boasting and taking honorific nicknames

21. Stop mentioning them, for some dowries are
Death and bearing losses and huge debts

22. Do not extend a hand to them and leave them
The most beautiful is sold by one regretful

23. And beware the sword of Badr al-Din and fear it
For it is fiercer than a charging ravenous lion

24. None can match him, so if you are
Able, give the blow that never misses

25. Lo, Badr al-Din's nature disdains
A peer, and in his Indian blade lies great merit

26. He is the exalted king, reaching every goal
Whose summits cannot be climbed with ladders

27. When resolved, he executes his will with regiments
The careless king's sanctuary, meeting no safety

28. Kings swayed to glory so he cleared
The turbid water of the meandering stream

29. A steed, when the breeding seasons have passed
And no foals remain among the late comers

30. Is gladdened to see visitors at his door
Like a father glad for a son's safe return from war

31. He is the sea, for if the sea contended with his surge
It would gain mastery over its clashing tide

32. He is the sword, for if the sword had his resolve
It would cleave through targets and skulls before collision

33. He is the sun, but if his brilliance faced the sun
It would not shine save as a ring's stone

34. He rose supreme in glory, asceticism, piety
Chastity, and pardoning like Qais ibn Aasim

35. He gave his subjects justice like Kisra's and ruled them
With the wisdom of the insightful Maimun the Resolute

36. His good subjects live prosperously among themselves
Unlike so many in the heat of unbearable deserts

37. He who is under his protection sleeps blissfully
Even if far from home, piled with countless coins

38. When he gives generously, none recall the open-handedness of Hatim
Or the munificence of Jafar and Fadl

39. If he rides forth none remember the galloping of Suhban of Wail
And Oqis, though mouths spoke of them in seasons of war

40. If he attacks none recall Harith and Muhallahil
Or Amr, Bistam, and Harith ibn Thalim

41. Ask the horses about him, and the brave warriors as if
They are fire brands over a wave of flames

42. Did they not speed straight as arrows and sharp swords
With skulls and bones crushed in violent combat?

43. How many lovely black tresses became
Sandals on the hooves of his steeds in battle!

44. By his arm Islam rose in every land
Leaning on a pillar of its lofty pillars

45. He established legions for it on every frontier
Subjugating the insolence of the transgressors

46. The best Caliph summoned him to champion religion
And he kept being called to glorious deeds

47. He obeyed the Imam dutifully, and for him
That alone is a source of pride among Arabs and non-Arabs

48. He led against the Franks an army magnificent
In number, whose courage was inexhaustible

49. And an army that hid the sun with the flash of its blades
Against the Turks when they came to desecrate sanctuaries

50. Whenever the treacherous Tatars tasted his presence
They wished they were but blood amidst evil omens

51. Armies like the Flood, with no escape
By sand dune or mountain pass protecting from them

52. Accustomed to victory from God, they never marched
To an impregnable fortress but returned with spoils

53. When the abodes of virtue called they roared
To the terror of enemies, who then fled defeated

54. The Franks and Turks will remain in fear of him
As if their shame were the very backbones of serpents

55. His squadrons turn them over constantly in dread
They almost slipped away among those resolute hands

56. But if they dared, fate's arrows guided to them
His horsemen who pierce with spears leaving no survivors

57. Harassing them as if they were touched
By afflictions no talismans could prevent

58. Their sleep gives them no rest from him
When all other cares are held back from the sleeping

59. To you, abode of virtues, hopes have turned
Despite remoteness, by souls of noble ambition

60. How many layered coats of mail your sword has severed
Through layered mail of those whose resolve was unwavering!

61. How many coats have been pierced, killing wild beasts
With a blazing resolve against terrors, undaunted!

62. I once had lawful wealth and riches
That multiplied my generosity and expected virtues

63. But he inclined against my money, status, and wealth
And listened to the fabrication of blames

64. I remained suffering prison in the pit of a abyss
My hearing and songs the howls of hyenas

65. And here I am, having packed to seek refuge
In your blessings, from the hands of aggressive foes

66. I left behind in Bahrain my family and home
Hoping your accumulating bounty will enrich me

67. My long stay here wearies and worries me
And draws the basest criticism from my peers

68. Blessed are you, whose smallest gift
Outdoes the ample seas' torrents in generosity

69. And may you live eternally, helping the oppressed
And subjugating the oppressor, surviving all eras!