أَشَمُّ مِن الَّذينَ بِهِم قُرَيشٌ

تُداوي بَينَها غَبَنَ القَبيلِ

I smell more pleasant than those with whom Quraysh

Are healing the rancor between clans,

كَأَنَّ تَلألؤَ المَعروفِ فيهِ

شُعاعُ الشَمسِ في السَيفِ الصَقيلِ

As if the glimmer of favors within it

Were the rays of sunlight on a polished sword.