دارُ الغَواني بُدِّلَت آياتُها

حورَ المَها وَشَوادِنَ الغِزلانِ

The abode of beauties has changed its verses

The houri’s of Eden and the gazelles of passion played with it until its verses were erased

لَعَبَت بِها حَتّى مَحَت آياتِها

ريحانِ رائِحَتانِ باكِرَتانِ

The scents of basil, two fragrances of early morning

Oh how skilled are your hands and your craft

أَتَزيدُ كَم لَكَ مِن يَدٍ وَصَنيعَةٍ

عَمَّت فَقامَ بِشُكرِها الثَقَلانِ

They have spread, so thanks be to them, the heavy and the light

Were it not for your firmness towards al-Walid and his horses

لَولا بِرازُكَ لِلوَليدِ وَخيلِهِ

عَمرَ البِلادَ خَليفَتانِ اِثنانِ

Two successive caliphs would have lived to see the ruin of the lands

Generosity and magnanimity have been brought together for your heart

جُمِعَت لِقَلبِكَ نَجدَةٌ وَسَماحَةٌ

ضَعُفَت بِحَملِها قُوى الأَبدانِ

Their burden has weakened the strength of bodies

And whenever the kings see you one day contending

وَإِذا المُلوكُ رَأوكَ يَوماً بارِزاً

جَعَلوا النُحورَ مَواقعَ الأَذقانِ

They make their necks the target of spears

Your right hand has gone with generosity, so what can it do

ذَهَبَت يَمينُكَ بِالسَماحِ فَما لَها

إِلا لِسانُكَ أَو ضَميرُكَ ثاني

Except your tongue or your conscience again

Were it not for God's swords from Shayban, indeed

لَولا سُيوفُ اللَهِ مِن شَيبانَ قَد

فُلَّت سُيوفُ خَليفَةِ الرَحمانِ

The swords of the caliph of the Merciful would have been defeated