إِنَّ اِبنَ بَطحاوي قُرَيشٍ نَمى بِهِ

إِلى المَجدِ أَعراقٌ كِرامٌ وَمَغرِسُ

Indeed the son of Bat’ha, of Quraysh, grew

Through him noble roots and planted glories.

فَداكَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ مَن كانَ هَمُّهُ

مِنَ الدَهرِ ما يُزهى بِذاكَ وَيُلبَسُ

May you be ransomed from the people whoever's concern

Is for worldly things, fancied and worn.

وَأَنتَ اِبنُ بَدرٍ لِلبُدورِ وَضَوؤُهُ

بِكَفَّيكَ لا مِثلُ الَّذي ظَلَّ يَخنِسُ

While you, O son of Badr, are for full moons, your splendor

In your palms - not like one who sat withdrawn.

وَفيكَ مَساعٍ مِن ثَقيفٍ سَمَت بِها

عَقيلَةُ أَقوامٍ وَمَجدٌ مُرَأَّسُ

And in you are qualities from Thaqif that lofted them

To heights of glory and raised renown.