تَصامَمَ السَّمْعُ عن نَصْرٍ ومَصْرَعِه

والعَيْنُ لم تُغضِ لكنْ دمْعُها جارِ

My ears refused aid, or his downfall to hear,

My eyes did not turn, though streaming a tear,

كَذَّبتُ شَيْطانَ ناعِيهِ وصَدَّقَهُ

عِلْمي بإِقْدامِ لَيْثٍ منه كَرَّارِ

I called the death-kneller a liar, yet knew,

That the lion he named would never fear,

وغالَطَ النَّفْسَ إِشْفاقي فصَرَّحَ لي

تَشْميرُهُ للرَّدى منْ خشْيةِ العارِ

My care mocked my soul, so openly clear,

His will for the fray, no shame could deter,

نَعَوا وَشيكَ القِرى في كُلِّ مُجْدبَةٍ

يُغْني سَنى الوَجْه منهُ عن سنى النَّارِ

They wailed the towns near, all left dry and sere,

His youth's freshness, no fires could mar,

يَحْمي ويَقْري لدى حَرْبٍ ومَسْغَبةٍ

أبو الفُتوحِ فنِعْمَ المانِع القاري

He warms and feeds, amidst war and fear,

Abu Al-Futuh, best guardian spears par,

سَمْحُ السَّجايا يُحِبُّ النَّاسَ كُلَّهُمُ

مُسْتَحْصِدُ الوِدِّ وافٍ غيرُ غَدَّارِ

Of easy nature, all people holds dear,

Garnering friendship, no promise to mar.