أقمْتَ عِماد الدين حتى رفَعْتهُ

ولو لاكَ أضْحى بالتَّجاذبِ واهيا

You upheld the pillars of the faith until you raised them high,

Without you, it would have succumbed to discord and grown weak.

وحاميتُ عن مجدِ الاِمام بنجدةٍ

ورأي يفوقانِ الظُّبي والعَواليا

I defended the glory of the Imam in Nejd with succor

And a view that surpasses highlands and lofty peaks.

فأصبحت محيي الدين من بعده مجده

وما زلْتَ من وصفيهما الدهرَ حاليا

Thus you became, after him, the restorer of the faith’s glory,

And you have not ceased depicting them both through the ages.

وما الليثُ اِلا دون بأسكَ بأسُهُ

وانْ راحَ مشبوحَ الذراعين عاديا

The lion, despite his might, is naught before your might—

Though he may bare his arms and stride about haughtily.

وهَبْهُ غدا في بأسه لكَ مُشْبهاُ

فاينَ له رأيٌ يَفُلُّ المَواضيا

Grant him tomorrow your own might and he shall resemble you,

Where then is the wisdom to calm the meadows’ unease?

وما زلتَ تقري الضيف والمحلُ عارقٌ

وعند الرزايا مانِعَ الجارِ حاميا

Still you host the guest while homes lie parched,

As a neighbor denying the needy your protection and care.

يلوذ بك العافونَ في كل أزْمةٍ

فتغدو لهمْ نُعْمي يديكَ غَواديا

The dispossessed seek refuge in you in every turmoil,

Your generous hands become for them a fertile valley.

اذا ما حَدابير السنين تتَابعتْ

تُعطِّلُ نيرانَ القِرى والطَّواهيا

When the years’ misfortunes come one after another,

That idle the fires of village and encampment alike,

يعودُ بها المُثْري ضَريكاً وينْثني

لها المُترفُ المجدودُ خصمانَ عافيا

The destitute return to you for relief and succor,

The prosperous and secure become, in their safety, your adversaries.

ويُمْسي عميد الحيِّ بعد نَعيمهِ

إِلى الشُّخب عيمانَ الحشاشة صاديا

After his bounty, the chief of the clan ends up

Returning to meager brushwood the evening call of quails.

قَريْتَ وشيكاً غير طالب عُذرةٍ

فحُييَّتَ مِطْعاماً وحُييِّتَ قاربا

You hosted, and no excuse was sought from the visitor;

You were greeted with food, and greeted with drink.

رآكَ اِمامُ سَيْفاً مُهَنَّداً

اذا كما انتضاهُ كان في الضرب ماضيا

The Imam saw you as an Indian sword,

Relentless in combat when unsheathed and striking.

فأدْناكَ منهُ والنَّصيرُ مُقَرَّبٌ

اذا كان بالجُلَّي نَهوضاً وكافيا

So he brought you near, favoring his ally,

If he at dawn rose to the challenge, an adequate peer.

وقد كان عِزُّ الدين لي خير موئلٍ

أنازلُ أيامي به والأعاديا

Truly, my glory was in 'Izz al-Din—the best refuge,

Where I spent my days, though foes abound.

وأوْرثني منكَ الكريمَ سَجيَّةً

فكُنْ لعهودي عندهُ لي وافيا

And he bequeathed to me from you a noble disposition,

So fulfill, with him, the pacts binding you and I.