1. O owner of time who makes a servant of it
And armies when they gain control over its soldiers

2. If speeches boil down, you are their cream
Or if mention is fair, you are its brightness

3. To you belong beauty and dew, I count them yours
And a flood of generosity that cannot be numbered

4. And good tidings of a cheerful, delighted face
An unvanquished warrior whose weapon cannot be blunted

5. A sword whose edge cannot be dulled
And one faithful who does not break his pact

6. He built what his glorious ancestors built
And continued what he constructed for his children's joy

7. And consulted, more generous than those he consulted
Qahtan, though their ancestry is glorious

8. Indeed Solomon came to me, replenishing
Before he could strike my hearing with his promise

9. Like a cloud from which thunder is hidden
Until it cloaked the earth in a garment of plenty

10. Bringing his barley, wheat, and money
Voluntarily, inspecting when none heed my call thereafter

11. An honor which crowned his glory
Above the honorable, though they begrudged him

12. And poetry is my maid, though I am its servant
Binding me to thank and praise him