1. Has the daughter of Uthman come to tell me
That her father's death was near Al-Fursad

2. He rode the mail at his life's peril
Dead with hardship for the mail's intent

3. So I will cry for Uthman his rightful tears
And sing of Umar though he sang no songs

4. Nay, but my thoughts go out to you Ibn Hawirath
Forced to drink poison from the proferred cup

5. Or was it fate that led you to your death
Death seeks out even the harmless dove

6. Noble Uthman was in life to his tribe
Now he lies in a godless tomb, cold and still

7. My body shook and I said to our people
When news of his death came, do not stray

8. Ibn Jafnah's life brought death in our land
And my soul lies in a barricaded tomb

9. By God my Lord, if I survive this day
I will strike a blow none saw coming