1. With my poetry let the boastful come to me,
For through me the boastful have prided themselves over people,

2. And through me mysteries are unveiled and misfortunes averted,
And through me salvation comes to those who fear perdition.

3. Through me my people gained blessings, and
No enemies could subjugate them or conquer their clans,

4. Through me the living live and the hostile perish,
Through me the vile become a people and the small become great.

5. When I sense the lightning of injustice from any direction,
A horseman from me charges forth into the darkness,

6. Against a miserable coward who exceeds proper bounds,
So that the hidden coward may be exposed.

7. For him is a reddish-white steed, a constant companion,
For him is the Indian sword, tied and bound,

8. For him is fate a slave, and fortune a supporter,
For him is glory a home, and praise a neighbor.

9. And I will not remain in the land of injustice, even if
The extent of my words, O boy, is that we should depart.

10. So why should I move away from the wicked, and not
Distance myself from deceitful people, and emigrate?

11. Vile people estranged me, they were unjust,
And base monkeys denied my merits.

12. And no sincere friend remained for me, nor was
There anyone among them except Abdullah as my defender for truth.

13. My right hand, when ambushes appear from the enemy,
Is my protector, who in times of adversity I unsheathe.

14. My advisor, when great tribulations occur,
My supporter, when fierce lions are few.

15. They are men whom no blame of a blamer seizes
Upon the truth, resolute in purpose, proceeding and commanding.

16. He has a deterrent from his reason other than highness,
And he has no deterrent from the incoming genrosity.

17. When delegations come seeking hospitality
In the evening at the thresholds while the sky is raining,

18. There Hatim is sufficient for some of his army
And the sea sees his generosity through the eye as abundant.

19. Valiant, when darkness intensifies and the clouds
Of turmoil thunder, he holds the reins.

20. So he strikes with his spear again and again
And fells with his sword scattering blows.

21. The horses then turn back from him as if fleeing,
Retreating backwards on their heels in disarray.

22. For him is the hum of the bow singing joyfully
For him is the ringing of the sword in battles clamoring.

23. Noble in character, good in lineage, towering,
Distinguished in traits, the essence of pride is pure in him.

24. Eloquent, if he dictates a letter the scribe
Articulate, if he composes a poem the poet

25. Admits his precedence, whoever is first,
And the last envy him for his merit.

26. When he recites verses, his words prompt
A saliva in the minds of rational people to stir.

27. Learned, intuitive, it's as if he knows
What lurks in conscience when suspected.

28. Brilliant, he clarifies every obscure matter,
When it crosses the mind and makes thoughts perplexed.

29. Knowledge is his habit, dialectics his way,
And in all he knows of knowledge he is skilled.

30. As for those who built edifices on the winds
And settled in the place of eagles while the eagles fly,

31. And for them the river of Majarra was a watering place,
With water coming and going from it,

32. It was the Bani Hashim, Amr who excelled his people,
The Quraish, with tyranny, so he is like a sea teeming,

33. Few when counted, but many during the encounter,
Mountains when firm, fierce lions wandering.

34. So O son of the generous, those who write their glory
On the pages of time, let them not boast,

35. And O son of the exalted, their charm died when they passed away
While you in the wilderness spread it.

36. And O son of the exalted, they died but their beauty
For him forever alive throughout time remembers.

37. And O son of the exalted, as long as you live through their life
I will struggle in a passionate zeal for them and engage.

38. You are excused, I have a heart escorting
And the worries have erased my secret thoughts,

39. For if I had bitterness like other people, I would have perished,
But above my worries are those who console.

40. And my survival is prone to misfortunes
That come one after another, with the first heralding the next.

41. It is as if the hands of troubles drink me down
A slain man on whom the breakers have prayed.

42. At times to preserve himself he lifts his leg
To fend them off, and at times they converge.

43. So cutting swords reach him in sudden blows
And he reaches them with movement and resistance.

44. How can I then, in this state, compose
Splitting poetry verses when I'm able?

45. But my loyalty and love for you all
Have made me forget what is with me, and life is fleeting,

46. So I forgot what was within me, and my mind gushed forth
With this, while before my thought was immersed.

47. I still deserve favors and yearn to chant,
With my poetry let the boastful come to me.