You made me a gift to the world,
In the event of eternity and in the coming
outstanding creatures, gesticulate
All the swords of India with the sharpener
And those who hoped for the extent of their affliction remained,
Of the helpless and resolute
the wish of the arrogant
deceived him, mother of dream
He built for them an endowment, and then he rose up. bye
The builder of the supreme hand over the destroyer
How many of them are in the dew,
blasphemy over Hatim
Whoever is distracted from my victory does not disdain
For the evil that comes with my unjust
he sought me, in which I change,
Abu al-Husayn Ibn Abi al-Qasim