1. So ask not for the sword that failed its lord,
And which the frightened cast aside in fear.

2. Ask you the folk of Egypt of the arms
Of our niece's son, which they robbed him of,

3. His sword and mail coat. And think upon
The lord of Khaybar and Badr's day when fled

4. His columns; and the Prince of True Believers,
After Mohammed, was Ali, and ever by

5. His side. The Prophet's heir, his cousin too,
The first to pray, whose stature none could match.

6. In truth, God's messenger's defender he,
His neighbor. Who contends or compares with him?

7. Ali, God's regent, his religion spread,
While you the wretched fought him and opposed.

8. An eager horseman of Safwan you came,
No friend or confidant to bandy words with.

9. The Compassionate revealed you were corrupt,
No part have you in Islam to dispute.

10. For I am come with squadrons, I am come
With trumpets braying and with mail coats gleaming.

11. To Kisra I compared you, yet not like
Kisra are you in temper or in deed!