1. Your refusal that glory disdains being defamed,
Your resolve that the innocent persist being bloodied,

2. Quench a marsh whose patience your wisdom has dammed,
Honor then a blossom that graces the barren.

3. You waited until it was said, “He’s pleased, Khasifa,”
Yet far be that from you - you were wiser in reason.

4. The veils lifted off a magnificent sun
That illuminates when the days have grown darker,

5. The face of the land smiled under their trot,
For wherever his horses have passed flowers sprang.

6. And every rose their hooves had marred
Returned to life, so you see only halts and springs.