1. There is no merit but a mother's merit over her son
Like the merit of the father of cubs to Al-Farazdaq

2. She saved me from a pit whose bottom
Was eighty armspans down for the tall long-necked one

3. When its precipices concur against a person
He wouldn't know from where to climb

4. Emancipated by my father the cubs, grateful have I become
To him, my gratitude's poetry did not feign

5. After you broke what distanced me, and after I saw
Death's imminence over my eyes converge

6. You broke my shackles with a smashing that left
No trace on my legs when you smashed the suspended

7. By my life, if you smashed my shackle, for long have I
Walked in shackles, not freed

8. You will hear what I praise you with when
Strangers from every west and east converge

9. You're equal whether the elevation when converged on
By the wailers on a litter of the miserable one

10. I'm not people whose Lord's merit and bounty
I left every death with converging

11. No ordeal's like a soul you returned
To where it was when choked

12. Father of cubs clothed me in it
The gown of safety that did not rip

13. And father of cubs' merit to me like cables
Over the tattooist's trace on earth streaming

14. And my maternal and paternal grandfather and Layla
Raised their arms with me, every climber