1. Your father and uncle, O Mu'awiya, inherited
A legacy, so the relatives are more entitled to the legacy

2. Yet you seized the legacy of the Hittites and consumed it
While the legacy of Harb remains intact, melting for you

3. Had this been the rule in pre-Islamic times
You'd have known who has little camels among his relatives

4. Had this matter been outside of your rule
You'd have given it up or choked drinking its water

5. Had it been when we had the upper hand
A raging anger against you would have its swords striking

6. You've undertaken a matter, O Mu'awiya, beyond which
Are rough patches and difficulties in its levels

7. I'd not give half without ability, except to you
Even if its writings were imposed upon me

8. Are you not the most honorable people and clan
And the best neighbor when their side is wronged?

9. And after the Prophet and his family no one was born
Like me, a stallion among men who rivals him

10. My father is the victorious, and the man is as steadfast
As Darim, so who can match him?

11. I am the son of the Syrian mountains, innumerable
And my lineage is their bedrock, so who can take account of it?

12. And my house has a spacious courtyard
With the shining moon and its stars below it

13. And how many a father of mine, O Mu'awiya, never ceased
To be struck by the winds however much its sides were harmed

14. The branches of rulers grew yet your father was not
One addressed but a servant of Shams talking to him

15. You see him as a sword blade trembling with dew
A steed who met glory since its rider first quenched his thirst

16. Tall, long of sword since before there was
Qussay, while your father was one who addressed him