1. We woke at dawn from a frowning gloom
With a cup whose sides were pleasant

2. And we left for the day of ill omen
And its brothers, so grief has passed

3. We left their homes filled with blood
And bodies, so wailing arose

4. The arrogant tyrant has fallen low
We humiliate him and the lowly prevail

5. We killed Malik and Abu Razin
At dawn when the guide shone

6. For us in fright are noble heroes
When the horses stamp with neighing

7. On slender steeds marked with brands
They charge with youth and elders alike

8. When the galloping makes its flanks smooth
The pace quickens and the sandals cease

9. And the day we left Liqit alone
With an angry, unsheathed white sword

10. When he intended to rebel against us
But his tribe held him back

11. So we return victorious with our spoils
We lead the white she-camels, their ornament tinkling