1. The sorrows refused to grow accustomed to my heart and my defender
To sorrows, there is no heart like my heart

2. And the vicissitudes of fate were subdued from me and protected me
With the might of a minister, the ages take pride in him

3. And hopes called out to me willingly and my glory
From the son of Ubayd Allah, an exalted army dressed in armor

4. The villages are soon in his kindness a place of comfort
In it the melody and generosity like wine

5. If he strikes the land of the protected with his generosity
And favors it, death dies and poverty flees

6. His affections strengthen love with an impartial one
Clement, who has forgiveness in every honored one

7. It is as if the words of the minister and his mention
Are the first drops of the meadow of sadness by the rain