1. Afatema, wave that sword which is not blunt
For I am neither weak nor cowardly

2. Afatema, I have exerted myself in supporting Ahmad
And pleasing a Lord who is Kind to His servants

3. I want only God's reward and nothing else
And His approval in a Garden and Bliss

4. And I was a man they called on when war raged
And rose on a leg without hesitation

5. You slept, son of Abdel Dar, until I struck you
With a polished sword that shreds bones to pieces

6. I left him in the battlefield as his army scattered
And relieved the chest of every wise man

7. And my sword in my hand flashes like a meteor
With which I sever shoulders and cores