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The enemy flees in fear from your resolute might,

ูุฑูŠู‚ ุงู„ุนุฏุง ู…ู† ุญุฏ ุนุฒู…ูƒ ูŠูุฑู‚

1. The enemy flees in fear from your resolute might,
And throughout time, those who dread your power flee in panic.

ูก. ููŽุฑููŠู‚ู ุงู„ุนูุฏุง ู…ูู† ุญูŽุฏู‘ู ุนูŽุฒู’ู…ููƒูŽ ูŠูุฑู‚
ูˆุจุงู„ุฏู‘ูŽู‡ู’ุฑู ู…ูู…ู‘ุง ุฎุงููŽ ุจูŽุทู’ุดูŽูƒูŽ ุฃูŽูˆู„ูŽู‚ู

2. I'm amazed by those who think slight walls protect them from you-
Your arrows bring blessings, and destiny assists them.

ูข. ุนูŽุฌูุจู’ุชู ู„ู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠุนุชูŽุฏู‘ู ุฏููˆู†ูŽูƒูŽ ุฌูู†ู‘ูŽุฉู‹
ูˆุณูŽู‡ู’ู…ููƒูŽ ุณูŽุนู’ุฏูŒ ูˆุงู„ู‚ุถุงุกู ู…ููˆู‘ูู‚ู

3. He who builds a refuge, thinking it will block
The winds of victory - it is but a ramshackle hut.

ูฃ. ูˆู…ูŽู† ูŠูŽุจู’ุชูŽู†ููŠ ุจูŠุชุงู‹ ู„ูŠู‚ุทูŽุนูŽ ุฏููˆู†ูŽู‡ู
ู…ูŽู…ูŽุฑู‘ูŽ ุฑููŠูŽุงุญู ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽุตู’ุฑู ูˆู‡ูˆ ุงู„ุฎูŽูˆูŽุฑู’ู†ูŽู‚ู

4. No son of sorrow drank the wine of disgrace
In utter incapacity, shamefully clapping, before you.

ูค. ูˆู…ุง ุดูŽุฑูุจูŽ ุงุจู’ู†ู ุงู„ุดู‘ูุฑู’ุจู ู‚ูŽุจู’ู„ูŽูƒูŽ ุฎูŽู…ู’ุฑูŽุฉู‹
ู…ูู† ุงู„ุฐู‘ูู„ู ุจุงู„ุนูŽุฌู’ุฒู ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽุฑููŠุญู ุชูุตูŽูู‘ู‚ู

5. A brute thought it a fortress, but you visited it
With a quaking, death-dealing thunderbolt.

ูฅ. ุชูŽูˆูŽู‡ู‘ูŽู…ูŽ ููŠู‡ ุงู„ุฑู‘ูุนู†ู ุญูุตู’ู†ุงู‹ ูุฒูุฑู’ุชูŽู‡ู
ุจุฃูŽุฑุนู†ูŽ ููŠู‡ ู…ูุฑุนูุฏู ุงู„ู…ูŽูˆู’ุชู ู…ุจุฑูู‚ู

6. Around you are swords of fortune, drawn
Above you are banners of triumph, fluttering.

ูฆ. ูˆุญูŽูˆู’ู„ูŽูƒูŽ ุฃูŽุณู’ูŠูŽุงููŒ ู…ูู† ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽุนู’ุฏู ุชูู†ุชูŽุถูŽู‰
ูˆููŽูˆู’ู‚ูƒูŽ ุฃูŽุนู’ู„ุงู…ูŒ ู…ูู† ุงู„ู†ู‘ุตู’ุฑู ุชูŽุฎู’ููู‚ู

7. With your white, night-darkened armor, you are like
A shooting star glinting in the blackness of night.

ูง. ุจุฃูŽุจู’ูŠูŽุถูŽ ู…ูุณู’ูˆูŽุฏู‘ู ุงู„ุฏู‘ูู„ุงุตู ูƒุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽู‡ู
ุดู‡ุงุจูŒ ุนู„ูŽูŠู’ู‡ู ู…ูู† ุฏูุฌูŽู‰ ุงู„ู„ู‘ูŽูŠู’ู„ู ูŠูŽู„ู’ู…ูŽู‚ู

8. With your ebony, dawn-brightened mail, you are like
A raven flying toward al-Karฤซhah at daybreak.

ูจ. ูˆุฃูŽุณู’ูˆุฏูŽ ู…ุจูŠูŽุถู‘ู ุงู„ู‚ุจูŽุงุกู ูƒุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽู…ูŽุง
ูŠูŽุทููŠุฑู ุจู‡ ู†ูŽุญู’ูˆูŽ ุงู„ูƒูŽุฑููŠู‡ุฉู ุนูŽู‚ู’ุนูŽู‚ู

9. With horses that march into the fray with their chests
Sliding on the rugged slopes when you make them climb.

ูฉ. ูˆุฎูŽูŠู’ู„ู ุชู…ุดู‘ูŽูŠ ู„ู„ูˆูŽุบูŽู‰ ุจุจูุทููˆู†ูู‡ูŽุง
ุฅูุฐุง ุฌูŽุนูŽู„ูŽุชู’ ุจุงู„ู…ูุฑู’ุชูŽู‚ูŽู‰ ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽุนู’ุจู ุชูŽุฒู„ูŽู‚ู