1. My she-camel carried me to you, O good fortune,
Through the dusty paths, though lame and weak.

2. Disheveled by the long journey, still she struggled on,
Bearing me to you, though tired and worn.

3. You'll find her not lacking, though she's no palace,
For you she's equal, be you in hut or hall.

4. No mortal's reach has grasped the heights of glory,
Save only where your hand has grasped their all.

5. Those who praise you, though sincere, can't match you;
Only you yourself are best qualified.

6. You, the chosen among Quraysh, are a pillar
For those who seek you - salvation, refuge, shield.

7. The sands of Mecca know that you alone
Possess its glory, its ancient rights upheld.

8. When Quraysh's clans all spread their lofty branches,
Yours is the highest, your glory is extolled.

9. Brother of generosity - your cauldrons
Are ever brimming and shared with young and old.

10. When the destitute come to warm themselves around,
You see the fires lit, the meaty stewpot rolled.

11. You hear the loud babble as the crowd gathers,
Like camels' grunting when their milk is pulled.

12. You see the noble she-camels vying in splendor,
Young, robust, their saddle-cloths still unsmeared.

13. Plump waterskins, fully distended bellies
Pressed down in their middles, still unpierced.

14. Like the elderly camels, snorting in their stalls
When they sneeze in the cold and their noses drip.

15. When the waves surge, they're like frightened camels
Huddling for shelter from the night's harsh chill.

16. When the cooking pots boil, it's as if they'd spill
With the fierce rocks and bubbles fit to burst.

17. Such are cauldrons that will always remain
To sustain those who seek them - their food, their thirst.

18. Your neighbor is guarded, secure from all harm,
Safe from injustice, with dignity preserved.

19. You refuse to give in to anger's whim,
But gently calm it, with friendship well served.

20. Of the people, one who suffers oppression
Is like a snake whose hole is laid bare - beware!

21. A fierce lion who attacks the protected,
With his den in the woods and his cubs in his care.

22. Brother to honor, you honor faith and bounty,
Bonded while fragrance lingers and roses bloom.

23. You've reveled joyfully in glory's abundance,
Exalted, towering over valley and dune.

24. I saw a rift between us, and mended it
Gently and tactfully, as a tear can be sewn.