1. My hopes have become attached to Marw al-Shahijan
And for the people of Marw al-Shahijan are my praises

2. They joined my wings through gifts and believed
My passionate youth would be safe from the times

3. How many white hands do I thank for their generosity
Among them and in them is a brother to me, righteous

4. For God is the protector of my father Ali
The friend of the truthful and anger of the frowning mocker

5. The sheikh of loyalty and faith, dignified
In the doctrine of a resolute and wise tribe

6. With a bond among the non-Arabs and a piercing sharpness
And a spearhead that stabs the lightly-clad warriors

7. My soul is sacrificial to people of free spirits like you
And the striking sparks of glory in your right hand

8. Truly I say, and I do not say to digress
In mentioning an honored man in jest

9. What do you think of the hybrid of twisted morality
From a crooked lineage like a flashing comet?

10. Its trunk cannot be upright if it twists
And it is weak in determination, not every attacker

11. A neck like a tent pole bent
Or a head like a matured date palm

12. Strutting in a shawl, its light rippling
Like the waves of sand over the hills of al-Qatir

13. If the thirsty were to drink from it, he would not cease
Turning to the sweet flowing pure water

14. I gifted it to you so it would go about white and shining
From it over the white and shining Jadhlans

15. So it would become the first established tradition
That the praised one accepts the gift of the praiser