إِباءك أنَّ المجدَ يأَبى التَهضُّما

وعزمك أن البيض تستمرىءُ الدما

Your refusal that glory disdains being defamed,

Your resolve that the innocent persist being bloodied,

ورَوَوِّ قَناً أظماه حلمك بُرهةً

فأكرمُ وِرْدٍ ما يكون على الظَّما

Quench a marsh whose patience your wisdom has dammed,

Honor then a blossom that graces the barren.

تأنَّيتَ حتى قيل راضي خَسيفةٍ

وحاشاكَ لكن كنت بالرأي أعْلما

You waited until it was said, “He’s pleased, Khasifa,”

Yet far be that from you - you were wiser in reason.

تبلَّجت الأستارُ عن شمس مفخرٍ

يُضيء إذا ما حادث الدهر أظْلما

The veils lifted off a magnificent sun

That illuminates when the days have grown darker,

وشرَّ وجه الأرض وطءُ جيادِه

فكل ثَرىً مرَّتْ به خيلهُ سَما

The face of the land smiled under their trot,

For wherever his horses have passed flowers sprang.

وعاد شفاءً كلُّ ورْدٍ أخاضها

فلست ترى إلاّ مَقاماً وزمْزَما

And every rose their hooves had marred

Returned to life, so you see only halts and springs.