1. Is he more deserving, him who was abundantly blessed
Than he who blessed the nations abundantly?

2. And are men more obligated to serve him
Who enslaved men's necks with his blessings?

3. When he aims high, his ascent is to the highest
And if he walks, ‘tis on necks and summits

4. To God belongs a nation that met Him with its palms
What did it meet of generosity in this world?

5. In a youth most aspiring to glories was his passion
For acts of grace and giving liberally

6. How often I was absent from him, but his nobleness
Did not wane, while I slept, hopeful and awake

7. Wealth follows not ascending souls
Nor does he regret gifts with sighs of remorse

8. O you who heal with efforts the heart of his envier
Against glory, and cure poverty and nonexistence

9. You met it with lashes of determination, rousing it
To stab, not skirmish of excuses and fraud

10. From a fortress in the mountains of Al-Ghur, bearing
The burdens of death for the enemies and vengeance

11. Against their armored ships in rows from a creek
Of boats fleeing without armor

12. A fugitive of glory, its light revealed her
After hopes gone; the wing of fate, the fierce

13. He set up the market of efforts while it was thriving
The scope of your determination between sword and pen

14. So in fighting, a hand red from blood
And in giving, a white hand from nobility

15. Men grow weary even when honored and generous
But your two hands give it freshness and blood