1. I rejoiced at what Quraysh built up on high
And what the House of Tamim erected sublime

2. The glory of the minister Zainab soars
Above events now past and those of olden time

3. His spirit breathes like musk the Samhari way
With grace of youth and strength to crush the crime

4. He blends the raging storm of noble roots
With gentle manners sweeter than soft wind chime