1. When asked, which people are the best tribe,
And most steadfast on a day when its glory does not fade,

2. The Bani Lam, sons of Amr are truly noble,
Rising high above difficulty, unreachable by critics.

3. Their lineages and faces shine bright,
Piercing the darkness of night when panic spreads.

4. They have a gathering where kindness overflows,
When the seekers of good are left barren by their mounts.

5. I am of the people who, when their chief dies,
His successor rises to take the place of the departed.

6. Stars in the sky, whenever one star disappears,
Another star appears, to which its satellites turn.

7. And they have remained, wherever there was an armor-clad knight,
Death marches wherever its battalions marched.