لا أَحُطُّ الحِزامَ طَوعاً عَنِ المَح

ذوفِ دونَ اِبنِ خالِدِ الوَهّابِ

I do not untie the belt from the sword

I will not willingly unloose the saddle from my wasted steed, short of Ibn Khalid, the Great Bestower,

Beside the son of Khalid Al-Wahhab

For when I reach the boundless sea of Abu al-Fadl, I shake the dust of ill-fortune from my robes.

فَإِذا ما وَرَدتَ بَحرَ أَبي الفَض

لِ نَفَضتُ النُحوسَ عَن أَثوابي

So if you pass the sea of Abi Al-Fadl

The image of Jupiter in the house of moonlight, and the Sun itself are you in noble station;

I will shake off misfortunes from my clothes

Rawis is not—when marching before the Whale—nor the Full Moon as it plunges to its setting,

صورَةُ المُشتَري لَدى بَيتِ نورِ ال

لَيلِ وَالشَمسُ أَنتَ عِندَ النِصابِ

The image of the buyer is in the house of Nur Al-Layl

More generous than you with what souls cling to, when the udders wither and the milk-flow fails;

While you are present at the counting

No, nor is Mars taking the high western sky, while the winter night grows long in calculation,

لَيسَ راويسُ حينَ سارَ أَمامَ ال

حوتِ وَالبَدرُ إِذ هَوى لِاِنصِبابِ

Rawis is not present when he walked before the whale

More cutting than you in the heat of war, nor more terrifying to the eye when necks are struck.

And the moon when it inclined to descend

مِنكَ أَسخى بِما تَشُحُّ بِهِ الأَن

فُسُ عِندَ اِنتِقاصِ دَرِّ الحِلابِ

You are more generous with what the souls stingily withhold

When the beads of milk are decreasing

لا وَبَهرامُ يَستَقِلُّ سَماءَ ال

غَربِ وَاللَيلُ زائِدٌ في الحِسابِ

Neither Bahram controls the sky of the west

Nor is the night excessive in counting

مِنكَ أَمضى لَدى الحُروبِ وَلا أَه

وَلُ في العَينِ عِندَ ضَربِ الرِقابِ

You are firmer in wars and I do not indulge

When heads are struck off