1. I am the one my mother named Haydarah
Baring fangs, a lion with unsheathed claws

2. My arms are thick, my grip is vice-like
Like a lion of the forests, fearsome in appearance

3. Against my enemies I am like a hissing wind
I strike you with the sword as sand is measured

4. I strike you blows that show the vertebrae
Leaving the spear deep in their islands

5. I strike with the sword the necks of the unbelievers
The strike of a glorious young warrior

6. He who forsakes truth will straighten its bend
I kill seven or ten of them

7. For they are all wickedly immoral people