1. My good tidings, this is a banner rarely furled
Except as the faithful spirit reached out its hand

2. And victory comes not going beyond its coasts
So wherever its flags aim, it aims straight and true

3. And the omens of conquest come out to meet it
Almost carried on its shoulders in plain view

4. The turning heavens brought near its wish
As if grasping some meteors not far askew

5. The leader of an army whose victory Allah willed
So the highest assembly sent it support anew

6. I judge with certainty of mighty victory for it
Though silent, revelation itself attests it true