1. Has my wedding night come, oh cunning fate?
In Wadi Hunayn with swords unsheathed,

2. My words flow forth when passion stirs my soul,
As I charge ahead though enemies impede.

3. Like shooting stars my arrows swiftly fly,
As the infidels retreat in panicked speeds.

4. How could I stop my steed amidst the fray?
With both my hands I strike and enemies bleed.

5. For seven years we fought for God’s Messenger,
While others fled, we stood firm, refused to cede.