1. Lower your voices, death comes only at its appointed time
And beware of me, the sword precedes justice

2. And answering the call of war horses at dawn
With blows to the skull or stabs of the spear

3. And remember me by my spear, which is only
A pretense of peace and deceit

4. Do not think my laughter is from joy
For the tooth shows excessive mirth

5. I am weary of the sons of vileness, yet
My poetry left no complaint unsung

6. And tomorrow my censure of them
Will preoccupy speech, not the loose tooth

7. The bosoms of the people, if probed
O brother Sufyan, show pride and stinginess

8. They are ignorant of me, though the eminent
Know my status in attacks and disputes

9. And the lofty were content for them
While the summit of glory was disputed

10. So they turned away and said failure
May evil befall the speaker of vain lies

11. The sword remains sheathed until it is called for
And the serpent is not grabbed until it is restrained

12. And of resolve there is composure, so be patient
For the turns of fate and grave matters

13. My lack of patience is no indication
Rather fury gradually gives way to burden

14. The horse calms in its excitement
While behind excitement lies a swift bird

15. How can resolve escape one whose forefathers
Are the finest of glory and nobility from Tameem

16. The grafted ones when glory is difficult
And the grafters when calamity is severe

17. The leaders when ruin is dreaded
And the daggers when drought takes hold

18. Subduing their necks is easy prey
Crawling on the ground, their garments trailing

19. Among attackers in thick battle
And obeyed in easy comfort

20. Think not us neglectful of help
Nor lacking in hosting guests

21. My determination wandered from glory's path
And when the gaze wanders, it is humbled

22. My sojourn wearied my family
Neighbors of Baghdad, and the likes of me are not wearied

23. So smell its temples smiling
At the white forelocks and hands of youth

24. Fate brought me low, though my ambition was lofty
To the point that my back became bent

25. Thundering, though rising was difficult for him
But when rising was called for, he poured down

26. In the eyes of the brave, he brings confusion
While in the eyes of steeds, he brings submission

27. Death hovers around its outskirts
With Indian blades among them mixed

28. Whenever the chief observed him
He made the spears crave his stabbing

29. None escaped his early start except what
Ejected its rider before the remainder

30. Where slashing in shade sought no covert
And stabbing sought no restraint

31. A day of glory where his victory
Resembled the victory of the oppressed over the subjugator

32. Open-handed, defending honor
To a guest who feared or traveler who lodged

33. And the envious among them
Are the pourers of poison and pit vipers

34. So when he helped or was generous, his land
Brought affliction and gifts to the people

35. Firm, forebearing in disposition
When roused, he kills

36. He was raised on the chest of one of peril
Praiseworthy company, protected from slips

37. So the young man aspired to glory
And refused all but the highest peaks

38. Halving his waistband from seeking exaltation
While among the living, he was dignified and kind

39. Good tidings to him, and ease is his nature
Enriching his guests, sparing them begging

40. A doer, not just talk, so when
He speaks good of his pursuers, he acts

41. A speaker whose conciseness is charming
But if elaborated, the charm is broken

42. The horseman is delighted by his signals
Like the drinker's delight in song

43. So it was as if his gestures spoke
Conveying meaning to the keenest mind

44. He is an ocean of knowledge and brilliance
And a mountain in wisdom and patience

45. Rough in might, but no tyranny in him
Gentle to the touch, far from feeble

46. Still in his composure
While hastening at appropriate times

47. So time fell short of their excellence
And the pride in them was perfected by the youth

48. The excellent, loyal to his forebears
Ever rising as they sought glory

49. So from his sheikh he has kindness
And from the sword, when brandished, severing

50. O clan of Khalid, praise to you
Is eternal, while stars set and fade

51. And misguided in the darkness of night
Hastening doom, nearing departure

52. Wrongful, though if the path called him
He would lose the way, erring and straying

53. Arrogant, though if withered
He would go on, blood-stained and gloomy

54. Steadfast in the valleys of departure, if
Told to depart, he would say, I shall endure

55. He paired fear with seeking refuge
For without fear he would be prone to perdition

56. Deeming the waters bitter and murky
Though its echo alone an army with banners

57. With a naked fugitive, crafty and cunning
The wary are wary of his blaze

58. Jinn play at the edges of his mind
For from specters comes his confusion

59. Thought of you turned back his hopes
So resolve in him became firm and determined

60. And each free man came with a name
Preserving bounty, greening the region

61. You then protected after enriching
Just as the torrent enriches as it comes

62. O namesake of the Chosen One, may I have
Prolonged days from my hopes being met

63. And my return in another time
With my superiority to the virtues of the past

64. And my cycles, a generation's span
Whose virtues to them are diminished

65. So if hopes in them are dashed
By the day of vengeance in stabbing, slashes

66. The abode of glory was perfumed and filled
By the son of Tharad, his might and merits

67. Bitter of power, of Adnan's clan, paired
With generosity, his biting blade and gifts

68. His sword of munificence is entrusted with praise
Feared in suddenness, hoped for in extras

69. If the great sin is huge, he forgives
And if the tremendous debt weighs, he carries it

70. A cloud of blessings, abundant his bestowal
And his good tidings to the hopeful, his promises

71. He disappoints the critic of his faults and slander
And is true in the traits of nobility, their hopes

72. The man - his virtues are impenetrable shields
For him, and the protections of revering God, his bastions

73. Bearing down when the heat of battle flares up
Delighting when his means converge upon him

74. He assumed the honor of religion for himself
So where are his equals and where are his adversaries?

75. It is as if the gardens of sorrow spread his praise
Vast, when praise is returned by the speaker

76. He who is shaded by clouds of favor in crisis
Though were the rain not to pour, his hands would suffice