1. O knight who roams with purpose so dire
My heart takes flight in armor and fire

2. No strength have I for the battle's toll
When the dust storms rise beyond control

3. And the wheel of war grinds men to naught
Some die, some flee, some get caught

4. Where cowards are struck mute with fear
And shouts and Takbir fill the air

5. Yet I in times like this feel slow and dense
While so fluent and sharp in pretense