1. Convey to the people of Nawfal from me, for they have attained
The utmost limit from me, when the news came to me

2. Of those who counsel evil, do not look at them
Deceiving their master in the matter when they were ordered

3. Indeed, the son of Waraqa is not to be feared for his misdeeds
But his actions in war are to be awaited

4. Were it not for the son of Waraqa and the inherited glory for him
They would have been few, neither prided nor multiplied

5. Glory in others than them, were it not for his achievements
And his own patience, while war rages

6. It is more fitting for them, then more fitting that there should strike them
From me deadly blows that leave neither remains nor traces

7. And that the riders of steeds should be crippled by them
With every despised ode made notorious