1. The simple one has unveiled himself to you, a talkative guide
His openings have led you without talking

2. The planets have circulated, hurling him
To the swimmers, the horses and the ships

3. If he is a pearl in his brilliance
Then your position for prosody is like a thread

4. His pages refuse, though sealed
To open except in your presence

5. Indeed certainty to innocence from
Suspicion weakens it and from doubt

6. These are your sharp swords reaching
Your enemies with killing and slaughter

7. What increased in their torture, their destruction
Their life was already a brother of ruin

8. Their disasters have pulled our disasters
Like flowers laughing for the snakes crying

9. The path of their killing remains spacious
On the day of turmoil in the narrow dead-end

10. And you remained not leaving your morning brightness on
Their skulls, at the slopes and pouring

11. You are the caliph, no controversy, and does
The light of day come from the darkness of night?

12. And Allah has made you inherit that which they have usurped
When He saw you most deserving of the kingdom