1. O Amro, O son of nobility and pedigree,
And the one who assumed the chosen rank,

2. I sent you, may your life be long,
As long as the life of eras,

3. A fan, a comfort to hearts,
With two lineages, when attributed,

4. So in palm leaves, palms of Nabit,
And in the bamboo, groves of Arabs.

5. Upon it mourning, as if abandoned,
Thrown by her lover in anger.

6. Its benefits are always perfect
For its owner, not a lie told.

7. It repels heat in intense
Flames blazing from the summer heat.

8. It can act as a screen if you want
To secretly meet a lover for reason.

9. And if you wish it becomes a conductor’s baton
Bringing you rhythms of music and song.

10. Fit for beating, beating of the guide,
Guide of the beloved, if ever defiant.

11. And waved in poetic meter,
If you've a mind for prose or speech.

12. And after all this, your name not
Blessed on its back inscribed.