1. On my knees, humbly I bow
Chomping the bit, my soul doth now

2. Seek not the ways of knaves so low
Whose hacking cough, their weakness show

3. That echoes from the east, so hollow
Abd al-Muqaddim, most virtuous fellow

4. Wearied by sorrows, trials in tow
Grinding his joints till nothing left to gnaw

5. Glutton he'd be, though to pray you'd cajole
Lame excuses he'd find, refuse the patrol

6. And wonders he works, piety on show!
Though besieged here in my hold

7. By enemies, a cohort bold
Oh best of all, my friend of old

8. Stay nearby, do not let go
Or disappear like mist, to and fro

9. For I am the vanquisher, the victor of foes
With fire I frighten, all my woes

10. Subject is Satan to each of my blows
Woe to those who would oppose my cause

11. Peace to those who heed my laws
For I shall water those who are my foes

12. With the worst of plagues that I compose
Many who tasted of my wrath, its throes

13. Did feel when pierced by my mortal blows
Their ribs I cracked, their flesh I tore

14. By my horns maimed them, wounds galore
Where I gored them with all my force

15. My hooves left prints, gashes without remorse
Yet I am forbearing, though incensed

16. Sparing the oppressed, whom I sensed
Each morn I roar, alarming dissent

17. Hushing the howls of dogs that went
Subduing rebels, their cries I quenched

18. With might I conquered their discontent
Humbled are those who my anger rent

19. Thus I cast the foe whence he came
My fangs like daggers, their flesh I maim

20. My withers sweat, dripping as I strain
I race onward, with warriors in train

21. Their steeds frothing, exerting utmost vein
Red sea they cross, like coral terrain

22. As Christians on Easter pilgrimage deign
Echoes at night, cries of mourners plain

23. The birds chirp and sing, bleating an airy strain
I slew him, his folk wailing in bane

24. My sword nearer than a friend sans feint
With fierce lions, their jaws blood-stained

25. Their young they nourished, teats swollen and distained
Doe-eyed gazelles, their scent sweet as musk grain

26. When their leg veins did rupture and drain
And over soft thighs did their life blood spill

27. Whiter than their glossy hides, but to kill
The wind fluttering their skins did fill

28. In the valley depths, far from the plain
Barren and dry, no hint of rain