نادَيتُ هَمدانَ وَالأَبَوانُ مُغلَقَةٌ

وَمِثلُ هَمدانَ سنّى فَتحَةَ البابِ

I called out to Hamdan while the gates were locked,

And the likes of Hamdan make the opening of doors an easy feat;

كَالهُندُوانِيُّ لَم تُغَلِل مَضارِبُهُ

وَجهٌ جَميلٌ وَقَلبٌ غَيرُ وَجّابِ

Like the Indian sword whose striking edges are never restrained,

A handsome face, and a heart that does not tremble.