1. The son of Sultan Sa'id built with determination
A high palace rising above the loftiest peaks

2. The gentle breezes told of its beauty, as they told
Of the camp's right hand armed with spears and swords

3. He has horses swift as the wind in battle's fury
Heroes ready to serve his every whim

4. A young man whose iron will humbled the world
No nobleman could rival his command

5. In war he strikes with his spear, a valiant warrior
In peace he is wise, a steadfast ally

6. My tongue is a sharp sword praising his glory
With it the noses of his enviers are cut

7. Your right hand, my lord, is a refuge for all
Where the hopeful pluck fruits bowed low