No refuge remained thereafter for unbelief, (1)
for once Acre lay in ruins—at sea (2) or on land nothing saved it but flight.

O mother of wars, (3) how many upheavals you have kindled!
Horror turned the infant’s hair gray, yet you yourself did not grow old.

O Day (4) of Acre! You have made us forget the conquests that came before you
and all that had been recorded in the books.

Speech has never reached the limit of thanking you,
so what, then, could a man of poetry and letters (5) possibly accomplish?

You enraged the worshippers of Jesus when you laid them bare and destroyed them—
how pleasing to Allah was that very anger!

The Chosen Guide and Bearer of Glad Tidings (6) looked down approvingly
upon the favor the noble Sultan had brought near.

His eye was cooled by this victory, and
at his good news (7) the resplendent Kaʿbah behind its veils rejoiced.

The report spread across the earth in a way I had only heard of— (8)
so the land exulted while the sea seethed with war.

The poem is extremely long, and he, as well as others, composed many verses about the conquest of Acre. (9)

When the courier returned he reported that the Sultan (10), upon reaching Egypt, bestowed upon his vizier Ibn al-Sulʿūs every garment he was wearing and even the mount beneath him, whereupon the vizier rode it. (11)

He further ordered that seventy-eight thousand be paid to him from the Damascus treasury so that he might purchase for him the village of Qarḥatā (12) from the public treasury.

In this same year the reconstruction of the Citadel of Aleppo was completed after the devastation (13) inflicted upon it by Hülägü and his forces in the year 658 AH.