1. The bitter cold has numbed each of my limbs
Even my tongue, leaving me unable to speak

2. My fingers trembled from what I endured
I cannot grasp a pen within their hold

3. I complain to you, o my refuge and hope
Of the cold's unjust cruelty that spilled my blood

4. I said to myself, find warmth after being disturbed
In the protection of Ibn Mu'izz ad-Din, so cling

5. Abu al-Mu'izz, so gracious and noble
His virtues have become like fire on wood

6. Extend your protection, submit to him and reside
So your cheek becomes a place for kisses