مُظَفَّرٌ كاسمه مُظَفَّرْ

أخلاقُ ليثٍ وَخَلْقُ جُؤْذَرْ

Muzaffar, as his name suggests, victorious,

With a lion's morals and a gentle nature,

ما إن رأينا سواهُ بدراً

يطلعُ في جوشنٍ وَمِغْفَر

Whenever we saw other than him as a full moon,

Rising in a bright sky and with forgiveness,

يهتزُّ في سرجه قضيبٌ

مُؤنَّثٌ دَلُّهُ مذكَّر

On his saddle shakes a feminized rod,

With masculine swaying that masculinizes,

إن أَشْرَعَ الرمحَ قلتَ عمروٌ

أم أَصلتَ السيفَ قلتَ عنتر

If he unsheathed his spear you'd say Amro,

Or unsheathed his sword you'd say Antar,

عجبتُ من فارسٍ رآه

من فرسخٍ كيف لم يُقَطَّر

I am amazed by a horseman who saw him,

From a league away, how did he not tear,

لم تَجْلُهُ الريحُ قطُّ إلاّ

ظَلَّتْ عليه القلوبُ تُنْشَر

The wind never shook him except,

That hearts upon him flutter and tear,

يُشْهَرُ من مُقْلَتَيْهِ سَيْفٌ

أمضى من السَّيْفِ حين يُشْهَر

From his eyelashes he unsheathes a sword,

Sharper than an unsheathed sword when it is bared,

فهو إلى أن يَسُلَّ سيفاً

قد قتلتْ مقلتاهُ عَسْكَر

For when he unsheathes a sword,

His eyelashes have killed an army prepared.