1. The light of white hair shone, dispelling the gloom of night,
As dawn dispels the darkness of night.

2. Though worries and sorrows may follow,
My thoughts and rhymes have not grown old.

3. The people said it was an ancient divine support for him,
News of greatness and fame.

4. Your words are originally like pure nectar,
Which will not wear out with time.

5. You are the sword that does not fade with age,
Nor tarnished by time's passage.

6. I said, with a heart brimming with love for Tameem,
In every battle he has a beacon.

7. It inspires and makes me speak, his sublime state,
Though my outpouring be brief.

8. A companion to the exalted, a thousand intimate friends,
And a protector from shame, a trustworthy ally.

9. Gentle when life is serene,
A lion when war's drums beat.

10. A shelter, when the lawyer flees,
And food, when the train is delayed.

11. His smoke makes serene the stars of his night,
And his dust obscures the sun of his morning.

12. His sword complains whether sheathed or drawn,
Like a roaring lion or swarm of locusts.

13. In times of acceptance or anger, his ways
Are water and fire in their fairness.

14. A steed who won sublime heights by speed,
No defect diminishes him, no stumbling blocks.

15. I see the crown of kings as mirage-like shadows,
While the land and ruins have risen high.

16. A bouquet after ten years with a beloved,
Which wards off gloom and dejection.

17. Eulogies from his clan extol him,
By them and his verse all bounds are protected.

18. Victory over misfortunes is hoped from him,
And with his sword, triumph is expected.