1. The winds of trials have shaken it, causing tremors,
It met a mountain whose groans cannot be feared.

2. It is the savior of the holy house after
Its complaints found no cure, so prolonged.

3. A house founded in tranquility, but
When the aggressors came, its dwellings shook.

4. I defeated the enemies, hordes of them,
To unite the religion and bring together its fragments.

5. I was granted determination in wars, precise,
Neither hesitating nor making mistakes.

6. I was good to the ancient house and Yathrib,
And for you many good deeds have merits.

7. These are your holy swords around it
For their crying, its rooms smiled.