1. Victory is deserved by those whose determination is strong,
And gratitude is gained by those whose generosity is wide,

2. With soul and wealth, the seeker of glory attained it,
Indeed the greatest is the one whose ambitions are humble,

3. In every period, this religion awaits
One who will revive it after its symbols have faded,

4. Today, all believers agree with us
That the Shah of Armenians is its supporter,

5. He who will fill the earth with justice after it was
Filled with injustice and his swords reveal what has blinded it,

6. O day of Damietta, you left no honor
For those who came before except that you demolished it,

7. A maiden called from afar, so a jealous king saved her,
Protecting the virtuous, his swords are their guardians,

8. The yellow-skinned people saw the banners raised
While the sun's eye was blinking from the ferocious brightness,

9. And the army gathered around a king
Like a roaring lion surrounded by his cubs,

10. The air was crying arrows whenever
The clouds of a Yemeni lightning bolt smiled,

11. And every eyelid, when the chase grew long,
Would fly off were it not for its lashes,

12. And before Damietta was a sea between them
Filled with armored men, none aboard could survive it,

13. They cried for safety but no sword in their hands
Struck nor did their feet carry them away,

14. They submitted to a king whom God honored,
Moses his Solomon and the sword his seal,

15. They surrendered it and returned its people and left
While the border from joy was bursting with his name,

16. As if they had seen what had passed long ago
Like one who sees his disturbing dreams while asleep,

17. You purified its high prayer niche and its pulpit
From their filth after their pillars had shaken,

18. And you stood breaking the statue of Christ with it
Despite those whose belief in divinity was deficient,

19. You resembled your ancestor Abraham and his determination
Matched your highest resolves,

20. Tell the coward whose wellbeing is his survival
That death is far more shameful than what befits him,

21. They returned in disgrace to their homelands and left
While each house that received them was in mourning,

22. The priests weep for the captive kings
While the just ruler judged their oppressor,

23. With humiliation in the path of God alone, not for the one
Whose spoils of war he attained,

24. Were it not for you, the tomb of the Chosen One would have shaken
And the House become one whose sanctities had been violated,

25. In the West you carried out the duty of jihad but had
You turned east, their non-Arabs would not have stood,

26. You forgot the honor of conquering Amorium
While the one who composed it died before Abu Tammam,

27. I say to the envious grieving opponent: Here is a king
Who attained joy since his symbols were raised,

28. When the gift of a star revolves in its orbit
The star and its revolving orbit are its servants,

29. This is a divine specialization and position
None of the kings can compete for it,

30. My lord, my illness has made my body weak
And how can one whose pillars are cut stand?

31. They said you were late and being late diminishes
The generosity of one whose nobilities have spread,

32. I do not fear time twisting its burdens,
I do not dread the cutting off of my provision, He is its disburser,

33. The tongues of eulogizers will never leave his state
So the best meadow is what its doves have sung.