1. The tyrant teaches us each day
To fight the people, teaching the book

2. And clothes us in armor when we feel safe
That we may stare at its garb, rust eating away

3. And he blamed our lives for cowardice
As though our lives were the faith of the blameworthy

4. And rewards the benevolent with what they came to him
And pardons the sinners from reproach

5. And strikes right beside us with the sword in prayer
And strikes each outcast wanderer

6. Generous with plunder through it, and of sound judgment
When the people of plunder come to power

7. And an eloquent sermon has risen and befallen
Great in his eyes the division of speech

8. So were it not for the sword of my father Hudayd
The raven would cry to him in complaint

9. And were it not for the spear of my father Sa'id
It is long, it has distanced from me the veil

10. It is enough and has healed the souls, my father Sa'id
And every matter has wearied us

11. So he has drawn near to me, and our blessing is upon us
And suffice us on the day of judgement