1. To the son of Abi al-Walid I have returned my mounts,
And they went back exhausted and worn.

2. To the ruler in whose hands is virtue
Above other great hands,

3. The warriors consult him for his glory,
Leading the tips of spears seeking his bounties,

4. And you have in you a spirit of noble king,
A father to you like the bursting light of day.

5. So whoever picks you among the sons of Nizar,
His hands have fallen on the best choice.

6. Giving thoroughbred steeds marked as gifts,
Along with good fortune, virgins and young ladies.

7. I saw your hands better than the hands of a generous man,
And I reckon all others beneath your running.

8. A generous man who buys praise with money,
While your generosity has gone beyond commerce.

9. We found the pillar of your house among Quraysh
To be of great height, lofty pillars.

10. And whoever your efforts seek, his hands
On a day of trial reach some heights.

11. I saw kingship slip off Uthman and move
Its belongings to you, abode of settlement.

12. And Aan called and you answered him
And freed his hands from fetters.

13. When death hovers around catastrophes,
And people because of it are in distress and misery,