مَنَعُوهُ ماءَ الفراتِ وظَلُّوا

يَتَعاطَوْنَهُ زُلالاً نُقَاخا

They prevented him from the waters of the Euphrates while they were drinking it fresh and clear

By my father 'Itrah the prophet and my mother

بأبي عِترةَ النَّبِيّ وأُمّي

سَدَّ عنهم مُعانِدٌ أَصْماخا

An obstinate enemy blocked it from them

The best of creation as a child, as a youth

خَيْرُ ذا الخَلْقِ صِبْيَةً وَشَباباً

وكُهولاً وَخَيرُهُمْ أشياخا

And as elders, and the best of them are the old

They took the chest of the pride of glory as soon as they became hostile and left the battlefields bloody

أخَذوا صَدْرَ مفخرِ العزّ مُذْ كا

نوا وخلّوا لِلعالَمينَ المِخاخا

The pure ones, wherever they were, pockets

Where pockets cannot avoid getting dirty

النَّقِيُّونَ حيثُ كانوا جيوبا

حيثُ لا تأمن الجيوبُ اتّساخا

They get used to living in the wilderness when people get used to their spoils and good cooking

They were created generous, not stingy

يَألَفُونَ الطَّوَى إِذا ألف النا

سُ اشتواءً مِنْ فَيْئِهِمْ واطّبَاخا

And a generous person does not become stingy

The people of virtue inherited virtue as old men

خُلِقوا أسْخِياءَ لا مُتَساخِي

نَ وليس السَّخِيُّ مَنْ يَتَساخَى

And youth, honor him for that inheritance

By their love he becomes proud and lofty, he who had

أهْلُ فَضْلٍ تَناسَخوا الفَضْلَ شِيباً

وَشباباً أكْرِمْ بِذاكَ انْتِساخا

Been among people a strutting braggart

O son of the prophet's daughter, honor through him a son

بِهَواهُمْ يَزْهُو وَيَشْمَخُ مَنْ قَدْ

كانَ في النَّاسِ زَاهِياً شَمَّاخا

And by the staffs of his grandfather, staffs

And the son of the one who supported the prophet and befriended him

يابْن بِنتِ النَّبِيّ أكرِمْ بِهِ ابْناً

وَبِأسْنَاخِ جَدّهِ أسْنَاخا

And bid him farewell at Ghadir and became his brother

And the son of the one who was a pillar against the enemies

وّابْنَ مَنْ وَازَرَ النَّبِيَّ وَوَالا

هُ وَصَافاهُ في الغَديرِ وَوَاخَى

And a smasher in the face of their horrors

A striker with the sword under the shadow of war

وَابْنَ مَنْ كانَ لِلْكَريهةِ ركّا

باً وفي وَجْهِ هَوْلِها رَسّاخا

And a charger in the midst of the fray

The one whose blood his supporters prolong shedding

لِلطُّلَى تحتَ قَسْطَلِ الحَرْبِ ضَرّا

باً ولِلهامِ في الوَغَى شَدّاخا

Drawing it fresh and fragrant

It is not upon you that his anklet of gold chimed

ذو الدّماءِ التي يُطيلُ موالي

ه اخْتِظاباً بِطيبِها والْتِطَاخا

But it is upon the people the chime

ما عَليكُمْ أناخَ كَلْكَلَهُ الدَّه

رُ ولكنْ عَلى الأنامِ أنَاخا