نَحا فارِسُ الشَهباءِ وَالخَيلُ جُنَّحٌ

عَلى فارِسٍ بَينَ الأَسِنَّةِ مُقصَدِ

The knight of shooting stars rode on, his horse a winged creature,

Towards a rider mid the glittering swords, his goal.

وَلَولا يَدٌ نالَتهُ مِنّا لَأَصبَحَت

سِباعٌ تَهادى شِلوَهُ غَيرَ مُسنَدِ

Had not a hand reached him from us, he would have been

Wolves quarrying over his body, no longer supported.

فَلا تَكفُرِ النُعمى وَأَثنِ بِفَضلِها

وَلا تَأمَنَن ما يُحدِثُ اللَهُ في غَدِ

So do not deny blessings, but give thanks for their grace,

And feel no security from what Allah unfolds tomorrow.

فَإِن يَكُ عَبدُ اللَهِ لاقى فَوارِساً

يَرُدّونَ خالَ العارِضِ المُتَوَقِّدِ

For if Abdullah’s servant meets knights

Driving back the shameful attacker aflame,

فَقَد أَمكَنَت مِنكَ الأَسِنَّةُ عانِياً

فَلَم تَجزِ إِذ تَسعى قَتيلاً بِمَعبَدِ

The swords have enabled you, though suffering,

You did not succeed, though striving, a victim at Maʿbad.