1. O son of generosity, O Walid, are you not
The people of wealth from early on, and pure lineage?

2. I have come to you from trading and palm trees
And from agate and from enclosed souths

3. The empty plains with ululation wander with me
After weariness and after a difficult creation

4. Spring brought them bundles of grass and she sent out
In a meadow, the buzzing flies make noise

5. She started out as an aroused, blameworthy she-camel
Perhaps because of her journeys like the rope of a press

6. Until when she shed profuse, dried up milk
From her, as she had completed three months

7. She went shaking because she was pregnant and became
With a belly, throbbing and fluttering eyelids

8. I charged her with my luggage to you and indeed
She hopes for your extra bonuses, prepared

9. She passed by the fighter’s palace after
Her back hurt and she did not show

10. So she was granted refuge from it as if with her suppression
A hyena clings to its prey with claws

11. And she came to Al-Burdan while she was
Hanging her forelegs whenever she stumbled

12. Until she came to you and she threw with her yearning
And walked on reddened palms

13. Whenever her saddle was removed from her
She was left to host the one-eyed raven

14. Indeed Al-Walid has come out competing with hundreds
And his hands were described as conferring unmatched gifts

15. And hands gestured to him for his patience
And composure when he shouldered the burden

16. Until when he wore the cloak, the circles
Of majlis were delighted with the most cheerful

17. He gave generously and presided when
Seven and some of his virtues did not diminish

18. And he went and tended to matters with his composure
And with the command of the carrier looking ahead