1. Our ambition, though the Pleiades are out of reach
Yes, and we have an abode above the firmaments

2. I preceded in generosity and nobility
And in all that angers the enemy, I was first

3. I never found a sword to match my determination
And if they gathered swords, my determination is superior

4. Such is my generosity, neither rain nor soil can match
When it is wealth at the time I spend

5. If the two groups meet in the heap of turmoil
And it was a battle on which no reliance was placed

6. I erected a sword for havoc in its iron
A beam between the two parties so it would connect

7. It has a pride that does not seek but to harvest them
So it has no equivalent at the pinnacle of aspirations

8. I carried it without fearing death and havoc
And I do not seek praise which the self would make

9. But so that the religion would ascend in honor and our law
To where idols from it would descend

10. I am the Arabic Hotamite, brother of dew
For us is the old glorious elevation

11. And my glory is not attributed to the elevation
Of course, how would it ascend when the elevation is from it lower