1. Regain her purity, my brother though abused,
From fountains in highlands specially reserved.

2. And build with it, though blamed be your quest,
Edifices of guidance expertly rehearsed.

3. You, not pretentious claims of base descent,
Are balm for souls of natural temper nursed.

4. The crown of praise for a head of glory fit
That freely poured showers of favor fierce dispersed.

5. With it the eyes of enemies are cauterized,
Their ogling eyes with envy overbursed.

6. If it Mount Radhwa on its shoulders bore,
Its shoulders would remain crushed and coerced.