أَجِدّي إِلى مَروانَ عَدواً فَقلِصّي

والّا فَرَوحي واِغتَدي لابنِ عامِرِ

Complain to Marwan, an enemy, so scold him

Or else go away and attack the son of Aamir

إِلى نَفَرٍ حَولَ النَبيِّ بُيوتُهم

مَكاريمُ لِلعافي رِقاقُ المآزِرِ

To a group around the Prophet, their homes

Generous with goodness, humble in dress

لَهُم سَورةٌ في المَجدِ قَد عُلِمَت لهم

تُذَبذِبُ باعَ المتعَبِ المُتَقاصِرِ

They have a chapter in glory, well known to them

It makes the fingers of the tired, weak one shiver

لَهُم عامِرُ البَطحاءِ مِن بَطنِ مَكَّةٍ

وَرومَةَ تَسقى بالجِمال القَياسِرِ

For them is Aamir of Al-Bat’ha, from the valley of Mecca

And Romeh who waters with camels, unyoked