1. Yet I put my worries to rest when
You pledged us neighborly conduct with your word

2. And he who ties a rope by your hands
Has willingly given his hands the choice

3. What you are among us, o Ibn Abdillah
Is no injustice we fear, or poverty we dread

4. My praise of you will reach in Mecca
Whomever dwelled there and travelled afar

5. Praise I do not speak false that stayed my hands
From the calamities of monumental events

6. And he who the surgeon ties a rope
Should not fear his word will fail him

7. When Qahtan sees the Khufayn tribe
As their rituals come to an end in dearth

8. They saw in you a superiority that surpassed them
In pedigree and great numbers

9. When women panic, you pay no concern
To a market they exited without veils

10. Lowering all trains when seeing you
Baring anklets and bracelets