رِواية سَيف النَصر أَبهى رِواية

غَدَت لِأَسير الحَقِّ بِالوَضع تُنسَبُ

The tale of the sword of victory is the most radiant tale

It has become for the prisoner of truth falsely attributed

رَوَت حكماً تَشخيصها شَخَصت لَهُ

عُيون وَأَلباب تقرُّ وَتطربُ

It told a ruling whose personification personified for him

Eyes and minds that recite and are delighted

وَعَزّت فَبَزَّت فَاِستطيب مَكانها

وَكُلّ مَكان يُنبت العزّ طَيّبُ

And it was honored, so it excelled, and its place was made pleasant

And every place that grows honor is good