1. Kill the enemies, O Hind of envy
And with the disease of hatred they died of sorrow

2. They thought they had overcome God
Wretched, no one can overcome God

3. How much they wanted to sever love by slander
But my love for God's rope has not been severed by adversity

4. They blew to extinguish my light
But my Master made my light shine brighter

5. They wanted to destroy my glory
But by God's hand they remain in sorrow

6. They vented their anger and parted in disgrace
All bound by a tight rope around their necks

7. The philosophy of their sorcerer has failed
Speaking nonsense, plotting in secret

8. So he was condemned in disgrace to the place
Where she had pitched her tent, O Labid

9. They fought God and arrogantly tried
To depose the Highest with their corrupt belief

10. God helps His servant
With divine splendor that never dims and endless soldiers

11. And humiliates the enemy in His glory
So that he sees his body destroyed

12. Such is the help of our Master to one
Who has purified his inner secret and on God relies

13. Rejoice O Hind that I am a man
Pure of heart, relying on God

14. My face turned to Him alone
Apart from all others, standing or sitting

15. And I seek protection in Al-Mustafa the Hashimi
Master of all worlds, lamp of guidance

16. And I belong to the son of Al-Rifa'i
Whose noble grandfather stretched out his generous hand

17. He saw no effect but from Him
Who spread out the earth over still waters

18. And he saw the glory of helping hands
That brings a servant to eternal honor

19. And he saw the Sheikh Al-Arija as an example
Connected to the Messenger of God in lineage

20. His lofty station is my eternal refuge
For the father protects his son

21. The eye mocks the lions of evil
After the zeal of that lion descended

22. How many great feats he has
How many knots, by God's leave, he has untied

23. The people of God reply when addressed
O Rifa'i, O Abu Al-Arija, help!