1. Marwan restored you, his rule shall not unravel,
So long as you live, you will watch over it contentedly,

2. Why has not your cold touched its fringes,
Neither Tharmada nor Sanaa could chill it,

3. Had he known what you declared openly to me,
Those tails of his would not return to stir up turmoil,

4. A mendacious hope, brother to trust,
And proceeding from the praise of truth, renowned,

5. For we have no Hijaz left but well-supported,
The tongues are nimble, and the scribing pens ready,

6. A ray shines on the coward in his keeps
When the disheveled locks of hair appear to him,

7. People have abandoned us in our dwellings
Striking the heads in which are the little birds,

8. When its latticed windows please one exultant
From the dust that buried the gales in them.