1. May Allah protect the pillars of nobility from dishonor,
The turns of nights continue to bring them good fortune.

2. Then comes the inherited piety and lineage that,
When the generations are counted, it is the highest.

3. You have raised the cups of honor until you were obeyed,
And the white swords and armor feared you.

4. You have gained scattered glories until the farthest,
Distant dunes and heights came to you.

5. Your darkness is a dawn with your castles aflame,
And your dawn is a night blackened with embers.

6. Among the two encampments you have a pride,
That when its days are counted, glory bows down.