قَد مَرَرنا بِمالِكٍ فَوَجَدناهُ

جَواداً إِلى المَكارِمِ يُنمي

We passed by Malik and discovered there

A generous soul, to noble virtues bred;

ما يُبالي أَتاهُ ضَيفٌ مُخيفٌ

أَم أَتَتهُ يَأجوجٌ مِن خَلفِ رَدمِ

He cares not if a dreadful guest arrives,

Or Gog’s own hordes, from behind the Dam, were fed.

فَاِنتَهَينا إِلى سَعيدِ بنِ سَلمٍ

فَإِذا ضَيفَهُ مِنَ الجوعِ يَرمي

Then we arrived at Sa'id bin Salm’s door,

To find his guests from hunger cast about;

وَإِذا خُبزُهُ سَيَكفيكَهُمُ

اللَهُ ما بَدا ضوءُ نَجمِ

As for his bread, God shields you from its sight

As long as stars in heaven still shine out.

وَإِذا خاتَمَ النَبِيِّ سُلَيمانُ

بنُ داوودَ قَد عَلاهُ بِخَتمِ

It is as though the ring of Solomon,

The son of David, seals it tight and fast;

فَاِرتَحَلنا مِن عِندِ هَذا بِحَمدٍ

وَاِرتَحَلنا مِن عِندِ هَذا بِذَمِّ

So from the first, we traveled on with praise,

But fled with heavy censure from the last.