1. You strove to pave the way to Homs though far,
And deemed its end as naught but utter loss.

2. You shone out like a star along its ridge,
Then fled its heat, though armored and secure.

3. A sword, kept sheathed, can serve as ornament;
Unsheathed, it shields you with unfailing might.

4. Each verse within the ode was as a room
Embellished by the one where it was housed.

5. You came to a land laboring under drought
With rains of grace and left with thanks undone.

6. You went from land to land in dedication,
A sunlit lamp alight in every clime.

7. Blessed the folk you aided to ascend
As stars uncounted stud the vault of night.

8. The channel and its banks match stroke for stroke
Till warriors fear to strike a blow in war.

9. Leave be who vie with you in singing's art,
A mute contending with a maestro's gift.