1. The Balkans have declared a cruel war,
So God, then the sharp sword, is our ally.

2. He will restore our glory,
That London exposed to humiliation.

3. The rule is the polished sword,
With its just rule not to be slighted.

4. It will articulate on the day of calamity,
A language that makes interpreters redundant.

5. Never shall we close our eyelids,
Over the disgraceful acts of the despicable guide.

6. A life of humiliation is but death to the youth,
No good is living when one is disgraced.

7. Had the free man consented to humiliation,
He would not have wished to live, and yet he is mortal.

8. The sword of truth is no prophecy,
If held in the hands of a coward.

9. The shards of his heart trembled in shock,
At the news of the commotion before witnessing it.

10. I hoped for victory with the thunder,
Victory belongs only to the steadfast.

11. The closer your home approached the transient,
Who wished evil upon Islam, the clearer it became.

12. Egypt guided you to London,
So you came pushed to demolish the structure.

13. A ministry with no one to thank
For the trials after testing.

14. Today the supreme arenas,
Return to the generous on the day of reward.

15. They guaranteed the king the glory of protector,
And they are worthy of that assurance.

16. They do not carry injustice but as
The wave carries spears of air.

17. And news does not shake their dreams,
Unless it shakes the senses of the onlookers.

18. Every protector's eyelids are awake,
To guard against discord should the calm sleep.

19. In his hand the gushing pen,
Scratches the surface like the Yemeni swords.

20. Today our souls are sacrificed,
But the sublime principles are protected.

21. Today either hoped-for victory,
To which we aspire, or the gardens of eternity.

22. If we are victorious, the pillar of guidance,
Will be supreme, the day of the Muslims.

23. War has forged the medal of supremacy,
And eternal honor for the age.

24. He who protects his nation with his soul,
Is worthy of the balanced medal.

25. Oh Battle of Romania, you have dressed
Songs in robes of purple.

26. The heroes waded into the sea of turmoil,
Red from the outpouring of hot blood.

27. For death it was a time of havoc,
He who recalls it, his heart pounds.

28. They did not appear hostile, but it was
A flood flowing from every shooter and nearby.

29. We left in the ground mountains of corpses,
Towering with spears.

30. So weeping eulogies for them will remain forever
In Sofia the lament of singers.

31. So tears reddened while white tears
Consoled the firm for their loss.

32. If the battle with the enemy was witnessed by,
It would have been significant on that day.

33. Horses charged it with spears,
Racing with the lion of the stabbing knight.

34. From the sweetest nectar of the dew of skulls,
As if the purest scent of orchards.

35. In his hearing the Maxim cannons,
Are a melody sweeter than the tones of lutes.

36. Oh nation of Islam, suffice the enemy
What they seized of chances to tempt.

37. Our unity necessitates our unity,
Its remembrance proclaimed openly.

38. The righteous ancestors are more deserving of us,
That we follow them in praiseworthy traits.

39. When the crowd was dense, they were as one hand,
When conflict of tongues flared, they were one tongue.

40. They united, agreed, and repelled,
From your religion the schemes of foes and tribulations.

41. This is the war in which supporting,
Our religion, was triumphant.

42. And appoint to rule your reform,
Do not seek things at the wrong time.

43. Do not unravel today the rope of your glory,
And become under the control of humiliation.