1. And one who jested, I dissuaded him from going too far
The lions roared, defeated beneath her den

2. We, the Mu'awiyahs, extend our hands
In generosity, its left like its right

3. From every noble stock, a filly was born
A lively white blaze shone above her forehead

4. To the one with the slender waist, the traveller hastens
The journey has worn out her flank and chest

5. And when the barefoot ones emigrated to us
They did not yearn for their homelands

6. Pastures grew lush, endowed with springs
Meandering between ebb and flow

7. And we, when the Arabs are stirred up, have
Muhammad, created from its clay