1. I am inclined towards profuse praise, aiming it
At the son of the uncle of truthfulness, the sun of Malik's son,

2. I shake with it in the assembly of the living his compassion
As I shook my compassion with odes of palm trees.

3. Of gentle character, he shares provision evenly
Between himself and the wolf sharing with the participant.

4. He who complains little of misfortune befalls him,
Abundant in love, diverse in determination and ways.

5. He spends the night in Mecca and wakes up somewhere else,
Racing the backs of vanishing realms.

6. And he outruns the delegation of the wind from whence it originates
With burster from its intense overtaking.

7. When sleep's veil covers his eyes, his heart keeps
A burning coal from the passion of a piercing fate.

8. When the vanguards of foes appear, it incites him
To a bag of swords from the striking Western blades.

9. When it shakes him against a massive spear, the grinning
Jaws of deaths laugh, amused.

10. He sees desolation as company, the inanimate as intimate, guided
By where the mother of stars took guidance, Pleiades.