1. O father of the knights, and the days bear witness
You are generous when glory is scarce

2. I would not praise an ignoble friend
Glory and nobility refused me not, nor lofty aspirations

3. Fear and ignominy are vanquished by you when
The might of victory and generosity flow through your hand

4. So wherever you are on earth, there is no difference
That would frighten a neighbour, whether far or near

5. You make time, in barrenness and conflict
Unable to withhold a pouring rain and blood

6. When you witness fierce, frightening warfare
The chieftains and summit-men cower before you

7. The zebra's crest falls before the blow
And the ostrich's brain is crushed before the stab

8. You have imprinted your sword with resolve you were distinguished by
And wield the spear with a judicious mind

9. So it cuts, while the swords of India waver
And penetrates, while the throats of warriors are severed

10. Who is like the Sword of the Faith in fierce combat
While the helmets split and the coats of mail crumble?

11. With relaxed expression and face of sunshine
While the swords shed tears, he smiles

12. He makes people feel at ease, his affection never fades
He avoids boon-companions, and tedium is not in his nature

13. A fire of wrath, incinerating the foes
And a source of plenty, its water sweet

14. Tamim speaks highly of him, for it knows
Glory resides with the exalted Kinanah