1. To you, son of Sayyar, youth of generosity and splendor
In afflicting (our enemies) with spears are the strong pillars of valor shining

2. How many a night whose cheeks the darkness kissed
Seeking you at dawn submissively supplicating

3. When his obstinate mouth is led by the bridle
With the fountains of tears from sorrowful eyes streaming

4. Then when the backs of the mounts complained
Of the saddlebags, to Kindafi resorting, for wrongs redressing

5. With them we attacked the valiant foes till they were stripped
Of armor, like bared swords penetrating

6. While you, man, protect the honor of a noble clan
With your abundant gifts benefiting the generous

7. Great landmark of the house including you, the homes
Your father and events of all-uniting significance

8. For your house, from all the plains of Kindaf
Chiefs not mere followers of protectorates convening

9. And every bridge thronged with hundreds, every guest-house
When horizons are obscured by gusts disrupting

10. So how many a father, Nasr son of Sayyar, you have
Who frightens when he turns his protected head veiling

11. Seniors and youths, hastening to the fray
With spears, long-reaching hands retrieving

12. When they bare their swords against a troop
Flashing and gleaming like lightning radiating

13. While you, son of revered elders, when the earth
Was depleted, were like lions undaunted roaring

14. They who guaranteed wealth for neighbor and homeland
When the pits of death were dreaded yawning