1. To you, O Commander of the Faithful, the deserted dwellings have become desolate,
Their vestiges effaced as if they were written on seeeping dunes.

2. Had it not been for her presence before them, the mountains would not have crumbled,
With dusty slopes and ridges.

3. He is a youth not needing to feign valor,
Nor to train to have a noble spirit.

4. His nature transcends that of men, and his character,
When the morals of men grow narrow, is most generous.

5. When the warriors march forth, he strides ahead of them,
Boldly daring what they fear and avoid.

6. If he becomes separated from them, they are filled with awe of him
By which he subdues the foe when absent.

7. He is chaste and modest when alone,
As he is chaste and modest when watched.