1. God watered my sand dunes, covering them with heavy rainclouds
The udder was filled by it, from the sides of the two cisterns

2. And it poured a breeze, whose diffusion perfumes the soil
With it, the prancing of the wind, between the swaying palms

3. And its shade still touches gently, turned
Toward it the morning, accustomed to it at the thickets

4. The places of the doe’s pasturing hide
Beneath the dark dancer of the slender shoots, fading

5. And to it returns every elegant gazelle, rising
To glory, fierce in valor, sweet in grace

6. Quick in steering the canal, when it rises
To battle, firm of shaft, loose of sheath

7. It grew under the protection of the tribe of Umayyah
To which voluntarily bow the necks of tribes

8. In their hands the forelock of elevation shakes
And the unblemished milks the udder of the attainer

9. I will suffice them the grave affair with a sharp sword
That tastes deaths between its two edges, harvesting

10. And I stab the throat of every cultivated eloquent one
Insightful, when I unleash him with the killers

11. So I extended through it the purse of my protector
Which includes on the day of panic the flow of casualties