1. Ask the fierce lions when they are opposed in war,
What they saw in their opponents who engaged them.

2. Ask the lofty spears what they drank,
For they were given to drink the blood of a vicious foe.

3. Ask the sharpened swords what they tasted,
For they devoured the hearts of enemies.

4. Ask the battles what they witnessed,
The sons of Nasir bore witness with their conquests.

5. The lion of the den wages raging war
Charging forth fearlessly to meet his rivals.

6. He attacks the enemies without fear,
As if grazing among the sheep with their shepherd.

7. The multitude of sheep does not frighten him,
Would a lion in the forest fear the bleating sheep?

8. If they see him, though they may flee, they are but
An army of sparrows when they encounter a falcon.

9. A cub nourished on the milk of bravery,
Never weaned from it as he was raised on it.

10. If darkness descends during fierce combat,
The light of his sword illuminates the darkness.

11. Failure and retreat do not follow him,
Retreat is disgraceful, it does not suit him.

12. To the brave, death is easier
Than the disgrace of retreat, nothing equals it.

13. Whenever he engaged the evildoers in combat,
Their mightiest ended up crying out to him.

14. “O lion, stop your ferocious attacks,
For your war is too much for one like me.

15. I almost died of fright and dread
At your awe-inspiring grandeur and glory."

16. Mercy is rightly praised when one is mighty,
For that affirms it, while weakness negates it.

17. The progeny of chivalry was raised in the cradle of heroism
By his Creator, the Lord of all beings.

18. The sun of glory, Mustafa the most high, wherever he went
All glory stood aside before his eminence.

19. He built his abode with glory and supremacy
And ascended above the sky of honor to construct it.

20. With lofty spears and swords atop the shoulders of pride
He built his glories.

21. Thus the vault of heaven zealously wished
That his melodies would be composed within it.

22. The sea of genius, whoever calls to it,
Will verily drown in its currents.

23. Lower your robe, and justice will fill it
With the beauty of forbearance and wise governance.

24. O Saad, blest is the man of reason when befriended,
For the fortunate one is he who befriends him.

25. But woe to the foolish one who makes an enemy of him,
For the fortunate one is wretched who opposes him.

26. The sons of Nasir have gone astray and ridden
The mare of error running in its wilderness.

27. They blinded their hearts with the ugliness of ignorance,
Blinded with what will undoubtedly make them blind.

28. They harbored assumptions, but a man's assumptions belie him,
Just as his fantasies belie him afterwards.

29. They resolved in their war to make him a fallen hero,
While the evildoers cowered in fear to placate him.

30. They named it war and thought their deal was profitable,
Yet their killing was profitable for them therein.

31. Why did they fight him, he the son of Ali?
They forgot Ali and turned away from befriending him.

32. They were denied and lost their souls and wealth,
Journeying into the labyrinth of confusion.

33. And praise be to Allah, Lord of Bounty, our Master,
Praises we repeat as praises we render to Him.

34. He blessed with victory and support, as well as conquest,
Against youths who appeared as enemies.

35. He restored the full moon to its abode with blessings,
Where the signs of victory follow one another.

36. I congratulate him on a return to his homeland,
And for what he attained in vanquishing his detractor.

37. This inspired in me an ode, beautiful and graceful,
Swaying in the mind of its composer.

38. She came to you, O Father of the Lofty, as a slave girl
Kissing the ground in reverence of the One within it.

39. She hopes for acceptance and hopes to attain thereby,
A dish from the generous kitchen of his slave girls.

40. Greetings and happiness upon you in an honor
At the pinnacle of glory in its highest buildings.

41. Contented in life, comfortable in living,
Achieving his aims both near and far.

42. No branch has swayed, nor has the breeze blown,
Nor has the warbler trilled with melody in his odes.