1. Muzaffar, as his name suggests, victorious,
With a lion's morals and a gentle nature,

2. Whenever we saw other than him as a full moon,
Rising in a bright sky and with forgiveness,

3. On his saddle shakes a feminized rod,
With masculine swaying that masculinizes,

4. If he unsheathed his spear you'd say Amro,
Or unsheathed his sword you'd say Antar,

5. I am amazed by a horseman who saw him,
From a league away, how did he not tear,

6. The wind never shook him except,
That hearts upon him flutter and tear,

7. From his eyelashes he unsheathes a sword,
Sharper than an unsheathed sword when it is bared,

8. For when he unsheathes a sword,
His eyelashes have killed an army prepared.