1. If the sword of opinion is unsheathed from the scabbard of his determination
His enviers become faded and swords become blunt

2. It kills excessively while the polished remains sheathed
And it exiled abundantly while the generous remains restrained

3. And it earns, from its pens and spears
Sublime words, lucid and explicit

4. And prose, from atop pages, has lines
And poetry, from atop collections, has zeal

5. A truthful-natured, glorious cloud, bursting with thunder
Yet with threats, fierce

6. The newborn child can wield it gently
Yet the army is helpless against it, though brave

7. The virtuous man builds, by it, peacefully
Despite the faults embedded in it, intact

8. One of lingering fragrance, his kindness still speaks
In realizing the peak of glory, though a boy

9. As lightning flashed from the depths of a cloud
Becoming hoped for, in its direction, and sensed

10. And two meadows, though of one season
To it, even if flowers last logs

11. Eloquent, if a sharp argument is unsheathed
And a quarrel lingered and dispute prolonged

12. The coat of mail of whom faces it is pierced
And his blade, though a digits, is blunt

13. So the crown of kings, Sa’da’s glory
In its branches, remains no home nor station