1. Victory follows victory
In them no truce or reconciliation

2. Except that pardon came after power
And the best things come after power with pardon

3. Ask the sword and the pool-like spear about them
And you will hear what the sword and spear tell

4. Indeed on the day of the Arabs it interceded for us
Far off for us in which is safety and success

5. Sacrifices went on the day of their flesh feast
And no feast is adorned unless there is slaughter in it

6. We coupled them, a register of war once
And a vile mob whose taste has no salt

7. And an altar whose flour was kneaded
And which greens whenever the sprinkler wets it

8. You see them in the outpouring of blood as if
That outpouring clothed them in red carnelian

9. They fly without feathers to every scream
And swim on land in which there is no swimming

10. Over them is every hero practitioner
Who sees the seriousness of war from his strength is jest

11. The enemies count it a disaster upon them
While to us its demeanor is easy and forgiving

12. And the son of Hafsoun used to count his steeds
As gifts before this day so they are our gift

13. He escaped, feeling protected beneath the wings of night's darkness
And the wing does not repay the favor it granted with gratitude

14. Munya called him, death being intended for him
So scorn from it was little for him

15. He wore the garment of the night on the fifth of five
And each of them has a wound in every organ

16. They want the dawn upon them to be night
While we want the night if only it were dawn

17. Sparks of fire whose fuel was your eyes
So look what the kindling illuminated for you

18. The sword erased what you adorned at first glance
And below you so look after that what it obliterates

19. So how many drinkers among you woke up after their intoxication
And were it not for the sword from their drunkenness they would not awaken

20. As if disasters and pigs were around them
Their tusks severed, the limbs torn apart

21. The abode of those who denied the messengers of their Lord
And so met a punishment whose time was morning

22. If the ground on which they were killed were to speak
Then surely the ground would cry from the stench of their corpses

23. Blood from which the spears quenched their thirst
So the penis wished that it were a spear

24. And by God what blessed merchandise of deal
Their loss is for them and for us the profit

25. We held revelry over it on the day of their feast
So how many Easters for them the Easter was severed

26. Oh how miserable those faces became and how ugly
Created only for misery and ugliness for them

27. So what a calamity that erased the calamity of Rahat
And what resolve without which there is only paunch and goring

28. And what a night that left for us honor forever
And humiliation upon the enemies, abundant with contempt

29. With the rule of Abdullah, of might and piety
Its praise in his lowest positions is inspired