1. My ears refused aid, or his downfall to hear,
My eyes did not turn, though streaming a tear,

2. I called the death-kneller a liar, yet knew,
That the lion he named would never fear,

3. My care mocked my soul, so openly clear,
His will for the fray, no shame could deter,

4. They wailed the towns near, all left dry and sere,
His youth's freshness, no fires could mar,

5. He warms and feeds, amidst war and fear,
Abu Al-Futuh, best guardian spears par,

6. Of easy nature, all people holds dear,
Garnering friendship, no promise to mar.