1. The living have known, humbled and displaced,
When ambitions are expressed through gatherings,

2. That glories between Sa'd and Malik
Are fortified, unknown to greedy ambitions,

3. And that the abode of glory from the branch of Khandaf
Is beyond the reach of the lofty and sublime,

4. And that the shortcomings of wishes for glory
Are contained, completed by Dārim and appeasers,

5. Past glories have attained every goal
So neither roughness deters, nor vastness obstructs,

6. And they have not ceased being protected by a master
To whom the living and time are obedient,

7. And if the night of tribulations darkened
And the dawns from their grandeur disappeared,

8. A bright new dawn emerged from their horizon
For which Allah is the starter and the caliph the raiser,

9. So the lost after long misguidance were guided,
And the abandoned were helped, and the content facilitated,

10. By an eloquent white man whose eloquence increases
When events frown upon men,

11. A minister whom the qualified protect
And the perceptive souls fear his intuitive judgment,

12. The clerks of the departments dread his touch
When the obstinate divide authority,

13. So he becomes the authority people follow, as if
His principles among the qualified are scriptures,

14. He is humble despite increasing glory and status
So praise be to that glorious humble soul,

15. He was generous to the prosperous without wealth
But he has a chest of glory that is vast,

16. He distributed his views, white and red,
And the army has a fine camp at the Tigris,

17. And turned back every invader,
No Indian bent, no Syrian fled,

18. He is the man, his patience is solid,
Dignified, and his will is firm,

19. The distinguished swaggerer wishes to match his calm,
And the tumultuous envy him in adversity,

20. The Commander of the Faithful, may God be pleased with him,
Called him as Al-Qami the fighter was pleased,

21. And titled him the scion of the caliphate when
He saw the scion in him giving sincere advice,

22. And no warrior roars without a leap,
So if he strains one day he duels the era,

23. It’s equal to him, war of one army while hungry,
If he missed his cubs and was starving,

24. Armored warriors seem to him
As if their coats during battle are kind,

25. And sharp swords seem weak to him
As if there are no blades in stubborn gripping hands,

26. And the lost in wastelands shake at his passing,
And palms on the farms, the tall, tremble,

27. Braver than the king’s crown when night falls
And the streets disappear into the necks,

28. So congratulate the sacred and other months,
Intimate night companion until the branch bows,

29. And I am hoping for his opinion's green wood
Blissful, though days return wavering,