1. With her eyes she looks to the mountain
White with layers of snow, domes of tents

2. She looks to the valley where she grazes sadly
The smooth neck of my she-camel with bead necklaces

3. Oh, would that I knew! Shall I visit women
With slender waists, breakers of lances

4. In a valley where they smell sweet basil, for them
Fortified dwellings, houses with strong pillars

5. Enough life that its waywardness was not feared
When one of the maidens strayed from the people

6. And not a stone is thrown at the people of any place
For their sedition, like that in the east

7. Gentle to the people of religion from the gentleness of his heart
To them, yet his heart is harsh to the hypocrites

8. And he was not raised up except before a group
Like him in resolve, pillars of the canopies

9. You gathered much good that you did not gather
Through treachery, nor the maiden of trailing gowns

10. Nor wealth of a master for the loyal one who picked
Some of the trailing gowns for himself

11. But with your two bountiful hands
And your soul, you were resolute with pacts

12. Among the best of God’s servants after Muhammad
For him would all creatures pray

13. That God make him the successor, and the one
For him is the highest pulpit over all speakers

14. And with the sword of God protect him and deflect
The companies that were behind the trenches