أَمَا وأبيكَ لا أنساهُ تُدمي

مضاربُ سيفِه البطلَ الكَمِيَّا

By your father I shall not forget him who sheds blood

The strikes of his sword make the brave man bend

وبَرقاً في أنامِله إذا ما

تَأَلَّقَ فتَّحَ الوَردَ الجَنِيَّا

And lightning in his fingers when he

Flashes and opens the rosy cheeked rose

إذا ظَمِئَت فِراخُ أبيكَ يَوماً

سقَاها من رِقابِ القَوم رَيَّا

If your father's chicks thirst one day

He will give them to drink from the necks of the people fresh water

وإن جَرَحَ الأخادعَ مُطْمَئِناً

كسا الأوداجَ دِيباجاً بَهِيّا

And if the sly one wounds him while he feels safe

He will clothe the chests in fine brocade

ولم أرَ مثلَه يُدْعى عَقُوقاً

فيدعوه الوَرى بَرّاً حَفِيّا

And I have not seen the like of him called ungrateful

So the people call him righteous and hospitable