1. The heavens' destinies strive for you,
And the hand of fate rages for your hands,

2. Pursuit that does not swerve from solutions,
And an endeavor that does not miss completion,

3. Your spears did not fall short of an enemy,
Even if he wearied the extent of stretching,

4. When you unleashed them after a strayer,
The ways of salvation were too narrow for him,

5. And if a thousand falcons flew with him,
Piercing the air with themselves,

6. And where can he flee from the grasp of death,
And where can he deviate under the sky,

7. So the religion and world became happy through Bashir,
With the perdition of enemies and enmity,

8. With work that has disabled hopes from before,
And fell short of its term the reach of hope,

9. Sweeter to hearing than life,
And more beneficial to souls than recovery,

10. So oh opening for an opener and good tidings,
For one waiting, and oh sight for one seeing,

11. A prisoner that cannot be equaled in ransom,
And a helper that cannot be matched in sacrifice,

12. It is the manifest illness you have healed from it,
So the religion has no manifest illness,

13. Your rise against it was almost a star,
Insurmountable and rough in ascent,

14. And greater in misguidance than a cross,
And higher in disasters than a banner,

15. It protected the followers of misguidance so it made them,
For the slavery of it and loyalty,

16. A leader of calamities and trackers,
Covering the subjects and shepherds,

17. Challenging his sword forward and might,
And proven by experiences in cunning,

18. And does the resolution and daring have a day,
When aided by your singing,

19. He undertook among God's soldiers a trick,
And he had cast to him equally,

20. And victory has no disagreement from it,
And conquest has no concealment from it,

21. So he rode toward it the injustice of death,
And was made to drink before it the bitterness of meeting,

22. And it dismissed him rolling slain,
Protected in repute and guarded in blame,

23. And surrendered him to Islam an army,
That crowded the expanse of space with its masses,

24. If its lofty sides have forsaken him,
His mourners have comforted him with crying,

25. Every returner of wailing laments him,
His weepers with the call of calling,

26. Crying to the kings of Rome hastily,
Wearers of crowns, crying cries,

27. And do the Romans and Franks have from him,
When the evil of mourning has ruined besides mourning,

28. So the kingdom of disbelief does not have an ally,
And the revenge of polytheism has no enduring,

29. Indeed your swords have pleased in him a Master,
Honorable in covenant and praised in affliction,

30. So the unseen did not benefit behind the back except,
And the generosity of loyalty had sufficed,

31. And the angels did not capture for you except,
And you have clothed them in the mark of brilliance,

32. And they did not seize the souls for you except,
And you have quenched them with the blood,

33. And you have done God gratitude continually,
With the sincerity of supplication,

34. And you have been good to His worshipers with pardon and favor,
Knowing that He is the Lord of reward,

35. So entrust with more of wishes,
And double with plenty of gifts,

36. And make the perdition of the Ghassanids soon follow,
Driving them to the abode of separation,

37. So I ask the One who destroyed them for death,
With your sword that He favor you with survival,

38. Delight of the eye, endowed with wishes,
Happy in grandfather, perfumed in reward,

39. For a kingdom not shaken by any doubt of time,
And bliss not declining into expiration.