1. He who neglects prudence bloodies his palm with regret,
And he who makes swords weep laughs victory.

2. Reason realizes what worn blades cannot,
When time drags the train of sedition along.

3. The foe feared the overwhelming darkness of death, when
They saw the lion descending the summit of the spear haughtily.

4. And the horses frown, though frolic suits them,
When the system of religion rides them smiling.

5. In an hour when lances quiver feverishly
And destiny reigns over souls arbitrarily.

6. Wet spear-heads are entrusted to a hero
Who fears a time suspicious of the noble.

7. His courage flourishes, and the horsemen teem
On the brow of dawn with its juice like blood.

8. And arrows whisper in their ears
Like bees you've thrown into their dwellings furiously.

9. When the horizons' stars rise he replaces them
With white blades their sheaths having been substituted.

10. The sun does not rise but meets blindness,
Nor a star appears but perceives deafness.

11. They stopped like retracting eyelids and left
As you repelled the danger of the charm easily.

12. Frustration almost, from their provocation,
Made the mares spew their bits at their horsemen.

13. From every side the sidelong glance sparks
Ablaze in its presence, to the tempo of the winds engulfed.

14. The restraint of the neighing is clear in their hooves
From what they tread, straightened by the butt ends angrily.

15. As if every offspring from their loins
When they rescued them, gifted them an ostrich.

16. The ostrich runs on their foreheads while they
Resemble it, and chaos makes the censures recoil.

17. So the most spacious of them in every calamity
Became a span, the earth too narrow for him defeated.

18. He did not turn in disdain toward it, and toward him
A piercing glance that twists its eyebrow painfully.

19. And if you turned the whip to him,
He dodged it disgracefully amid the heroes divided.

20. And a band whose chests Swelled with rage
From a protector of sanctity or relative-cutter.

21. They mounted the camel-litter of hatred and pulled
A rope knotted over enmity so it tore.

22. If discord creeps into dividing the people
Then they will never reunite for ages.

23. While you are further in merit and nobility,
More resilient in battle, of firmer step.

24. The best of them in lineage, most generous,
Of ample hospitality, conferring bounty.

25. You pardon and overlook power and ability,
And we do not see you avenging patience spitefully.

26. If the sparks of malice melt affection
You incline to pardon with the chivalry of the noble.

27. So every innocent person has loved, since knowing you,
To encounter you reverently, without innocence.

28. And one of your achievements is victory, when you slipped
An opinion that untied the firm deadlock.

29. Through it religion's smiles widened
And the kingdom consolidated after the people dispersed.

30. Justice shone, and the days glared
With the hand of injustice spreading its darkness.

31. And the pillar of religion made you bear
A predicament every brave man dreads to confront.

32. So I stood for the task, its consequences revered,
Embracing prudence, committed to resolve.

33. Like the tumultuous sea, the smiling dawn,
The resolute lion, and the pouring rain harmonized.

34. Your books sufficed that its battalions be repelled
And the sword was inspired to seek the pen's aid.

35. You take on adversities in attaining ascent,
And he who rouses ambitions treats anxiety.

36. If a vexing fate befalls you,
I am filtered regarding its events discreetly.

37. So extend to a course aspired by a hand
That provides the expectant with sufficient rain.

38. Do not mind the enemies' rage, they
Are content if you accept them as servants.

39. Ask the glory's house about my lineage, when
An event descends, clad in my mantle.

40. It softens to sincerity in power its hostility,
Pure passion, though it protests when wronged.

41. Of a people whose confidant is not their neighbor,
When distress wraps them, teary-eyed and aggrieved.

42. The health of affection refuses, though apparent,
That your days conceal illness from me.

43. Time knows I do not humiliate it,
So why should I complain to you, and why?