1. How often have I stood at the ruins in anguish,
Not cured of the burning passion in my grieving heart.

2. Some reproach - for love's a losing fight -
Wearies patience, saddens and distresses the soul.

3. You need not doubt this friendship pouring into
More friendship, nor this peace flowing into more peace.

4. My eyes are sleepless with lids weighed down in sorrow
For the absence of my beloved; my body is emaciated.

5. The clouds have watered the barren lands,
Rousing in me passions from the land that roused them in bygone times.

6. Truly, I found the Bani Jarrah to be people of munificence
And piety, in secret and openly.

7. A people who exalted their heights and bequeathed them
Khosrow the son of Hurmuz - glory of clear, shining deeds.

8. The summits of honor they erect ever rise high,
As towers the upland above Thahlan and Hazn.

9. And ceaselessly amongst them circulates the true gold,
Matching the matchless, however high the price.

10. When sheltered by their shade, men become
Like the bursting clouds in their heavy downpour.

11. You are the people of glorious deeds, known
For their signs and ways throughout the ages!

12. Have you then no kindness or grace
That praise would grow by, enduring through time?

13. If you brought it, it would be no new favor of yours,
Nor your hands' first gift extended generously!

14. The days Chosroes your ancestor dispelled
The shame of abasement from the Sword of Yazan.

15. His horses still defend against stab
And blow, Sana'a and Aden!

16. You are the sons of the great benefactor.
While we are the sons of him who gained from you

17. Abundant favors and unfailing generosity!
My hopes that went before have placed reliance

18. On your beneficence and my good thoughts of your kindness
In the outstanding one whose nobility finds refuge

19. In resolves that have not weakened or despaired;
When we would describe his favors upon us