1. She folded what she folded on the plain and rugged land
And came loftily like the pacing she-camels

2. Fearing reproach or abasement in the abodes
She truly pursues the straight path against the false

3. To a sanctuary, perfect in all merits, that never ceased
Being loaded, through the ages, with wisdom and attainment

4. Where the bright brow is gladdened, delighted by
The dispersion of enjoyments when conveniences cluster

5. Father of victory who ignites fire in the darkness of night
And striker of the blinking eyes of game with arrows

6. He protected and prospered him, so he lived generously
With the wealth of easy questioning and help against affliction

7. So he charged him, without any burden of obligation
Khamis, like the waved forelocks of the excellent she-camels

8. Dawn that mankind rises in its apportionments
As the heavenly clouds rose, driving the large assemblies

9. With faces like flowers, moons like crescents
Frowning from the occurrence of disturbing events

10. He ties his sword to an honored, impregnable refuge
Beauty of turmoil and assemblies, protecting his ward

11. Quick to bestow wealth and honor, not accompanied
By stinginess or meanness or being miserly towards the destitute

12. The imminent fulfillment of his promises is not to be doubted
And his bounty is not bargained over questions

13. As if the breeze of Al-Jashiriya remembering him
When it passes wafting over the loved ones

14. The subtlety of his forbearance, unlike it mizna water
And his grip like the edges of a spear and sickle

15. And a band like replicas of lances who toast
Goblets of joy while the night has let down its plaits,

16. Agile on the withers of smooth-sided horses as if they are
The commotion of atmosphere or solid landmarks,

17. Their steeds of determination nearly stepping up high
With them before the cheeks of the female mounters,

18. Seeking, for the defense of the religion, honor and bounty
So they found downpour and the most stubborn yielded

19. And Khazari is not ruined when assailed
By the workmanship of a hand on the crown of withering agids

20. Clatter like the hissing of serpents, glittering,
Commanded, revived by the most resplendent blades,

21. It penetrated reeds so it gushed and wound,
Gushing with blood from the interior torrentially streaming,

22. With more categorical than the sultan’s power when it runs
To pursue poverty or to dispel the crowds

23. A noble man whose bounty is not forbidden to graces
And has no possessive censor for the virtuous man’s expenditures

24. It would be strange if I praise other than his glory—
His uniqueness with glory, unmatched by tribes

25. So why is my rose wilted by your absence
While my affection’s rose is purest at the springs?

26. Is there alarm every day with a message
That prolongs ignorant hands toward my realm?

27. You granted and there’s no reconsidering, even if you
Want reconsidering, for the Chosen’s law does not allow return

28. So you lived mighty in victory, assembling injustice
And disobeying the word of slanderers toward good

29. Every debased person’s crown is trampled by you
And time serves you like all smooth pebbles