1. Who will ask of us, company of lions
We are the sons of succor, sons of Zayd son of Malik

2. Of Zayd son of Kahlān who attained his glory
Long ago, scions of splendid stars

3. If a people recount their glory and deeds
And their days at sanctified convocation

4. You will find we have surplus merit that gives
When we vaunt, all else perished and gone

5. Arab stock that traces its line to Qahtan
To Hud the prophet of God, past all twining

6. Yamanites, Adnanites, none confound us
With kindred whose glories are other than ours