1. Why do you blame me, even if I weep bitterly?
I only wept out of grief and sadness.

2. They were unjust, but did not make my heart abandon its passion,
And they called but did not find the lover attentive.

3. O abode that time has changed and events
Have separated from it, though its people remain gathered.

4. If I had tears that could alleviate my agony
I would have left them flowing in your courtyard dishonored.

5. Do not ask for my tears, for the grief of separation
Has left no tears in my eyelids.

6. And the sick glances, her heart made sick
By the memory of hopes, chastity and contentment.

7. It appears so the bold one reveals his secret
Intentionally, while the coward remains withdrawn.

8. My resolve almost dissolved into tears
When it saw the horror of terrible separation.

9. Abu Sa'eed Al-Samiti has resolutions
That show obedience to the vicissitudes of fate.

10. A king whom everything his hands possessed
All the tools of glory were gathered in him.

11. He surpassed kings in generosity and nobility
And the star of tolerance appeared rising.

12. Awakened feelings, he became destruction for the enemy
And springtime for the weak.

13. He was lenient with the disobedient in bestowal
Yet obedient to tolerance.

14. Vast with gifts for the generous, protecting
With the dew of his hands yet squandering for the seekers.

15. Continuous ease and hardship never
Made him despair in tribulations.

16. You meet him with his sword dripping
And his spear glistening, dew and hail.

17. Waiting for the echo of the shriek into the tumult
To answer the audible voice of the screamer.

18. He spends the night with only the drawn sword as company
Lying awake.

19. Like the cunning snakes, sleep is denied his eyes
So he never tastes slumber.

20. God reward you, O son of Joseph, what a man you are
Who gave virtues their forbidden due.

21.
You awoke glory never ceasing

22. To be a pillar for praiseworthy deeds.
And if you built the high castles for them

23. They have not unravelled the origins of highness.
A people, if they don armed attire for battle

24. Modesty arms them with coats of mail.
They do not make their horses hope for a raid

25. If their ram has fallen dead.
God's reward to you the day you were a horseman

26. A hero at the doors of hot battle.
When he came to you leading a deafening army

27. Walking on them dense and crowded.
You distributed them between the spears and the sabers

28. Until you scattered their groups.
In a straitened battleground where the spears

29. Bend when ribs incline if pressed together.
No sooner do the spears and sabers tire

30. Than the horsemen bow down in submission.
You adorned it with the rays of a head repelled

31. By wearing crowns made disheveled.
When they saw you their views were scattered

32. And the opponent of his limit lay vanquished.
So you called them with armored sabers to destruction

33. And they came to you fleeing in dread.
Until you gained victory over them so you left

34. Their humiliation while it had been forbidden.
With the thick-trunked palm tree you drew from the quiver of spears

35. A war consuming anxiety and burning.
When you shoot the Romans amongst them with arrows

36. Giving the horsemen their rightful turn.
You were the way to destruction when you were

37. An intercessor for lives before the slaughter.
In a battle whose aftermath left them

38. For the wolves and eagles to fall.
This while any opponent you confronted