1. On a Hafsian princess, noble and virtuous,
She set out, sacrificing herself for the Exalted Ali.

2. These are his signs, so listen,
Walls inscribed in the open field.

3. And answer the caller's command,
Shed your ignorance and don the garb of righteousness.

4. You are but servants of the Chosen Imam,
Whether you are ruddy or swarthy.

5. A king whose victory is aided by the highest
Heavens with endless aid.

6. The wretched two have no protector against him,
Though they occupy the station of the fortunate.

7. How many a disbelieving infidel fell upon another,
And how many an atheist retreated into unbelief!

8. Often he sends forth from his lofty seat,
A fierce attacker aroused to hunt the finest prey.

9. There they flee before him in defeat
In the narrow, straitened battleground.

10. His brave army, when it clashed with the enemy
Became firmer than Uhud.

11. And when he fought the champions of turmoil,
He taught the lions caution and wariness.

12. The palace was renewed for him, yet he disdained it,
Preferring the tent between the sand dunes.

13. And he scorned a Yemeni robe,
Lavish with green brocade,

14. Above a mattress of layered felt
On his personal camel for riding.

15. His superiority on people is manifest
Beyond any doubt.

16. If the Roman tyrant is hostile,
The Indian swords are ready to repel him.

17. He scarcely would have known otherwise
In his lustful passion.

18. Distance deluded him, yet from nearby he sees
The infidel's tribute paid by hand.

19. The slave girls will soon overwhelm him,
As lionesses, rapacious and fierce.

20. Every fleet horse, perfectly saddled,
Chestnut, smooth-gaited and easy to control.

21. He reckons the sea as dry land,
And makes it flow like a meadow.

22. Their march under the banner of Truth, in the hand
Of the guarded, to repel the supported.

23. The glory of Friday has been doubled
While the people of Sunday suffer disgrace.

24. And it is for the upholder of Monotheism
To debase Trinity to the lowest place.

25. The church bell tolled, weeping for its day,
As the number of monks diminished.

26. The monks, in their mourning, followed
Labeed's elegy for his brother Arbad.

27. O Master, to you I offer praise,
Reserved for your unmatched nobility.

28. I have penned it, watching over the ink
For the meadow, splendor amidst meadows.

29. Had I been born earlier, I would not have delayed
My songs for your temple.

30. My state has settled through you in blessings
That inspire me with disjointed rhymes.

31. His superiority on people is manifest
Beyond any doubt.

32. If the Roman tyrant is hostile,
The Indian swords are ready to repel him.

33. He scarcely would have known otherwise
In his lustful passion.

34. Distance deluded him, yet from nearby he sees
The infidel's tribute paid by hand.

35. The slave girls will soon overwhelm him,
As lionesses, rapacious and fierce.

36. Every fleet horse, perfectly saddled,
Chestnut, smooth-gaited and easy to control.

37. He reckons the sea as dry land,
And makes it flow like a meadow.

38. Their march under the banner of Truth, in the hand
Of the guarded, to repel the supported.

39. The glory of Friday has been doubled
While the people of Sunday suffer disgrace.

40. And it is for the upholder of Monotheism
To debase Trinity to the lowest place.

41. The church bell tolled, weeping for its day,
As the number of monks diminished.

42. The monks, in their mourning, followed
Labeed's elegy for his brother Arbad.

43. O Master, to you I offer praise,
Reserved for your unmatched nobility.

44. I have penned it, watching over the ink
For the meadow, splendor amidst meadows.

45. Had I been born earlier, I would not have delayed
My songs for your temple.

46. My state has settled through you in blessings
That inspire me with disjointed rhymes.