1. He pelted the people of my two rivers when he led them astray
An Omani marked them with submission

2. With seventy thousand, all of them when tested
All armed but weak in spirit, clad in mail

3. From Syria until their forces routed them
In their own land, and the confederates withdrew

4. When they saw the people of certainty show cowardice
They sought escape, and death along every street

5. At an hour when no excuse can help the unjust
Nor can they resist the power of God

6. So evil clung to them, its harm undiminished
The stars that rose for them began to set

7. The certain ones harried them, and each one
Sought refuge from death, but death allowed no refuge

8. And how many swords of the hypocrites
Left them bleeding, their organs gushing, deceived

9. A slain foe whose death we see brings no gain
Met an ignoble end, stripped of clothing

10. He howled, and slaves answered his howl
Innovators in every affair for him

11. He continued to intend mischief from his vile thinking
In blindness, until it deafened those who heard

12. Until the throng was decimated, and became
For some vagabonds as their fortunes fated

13. Two parties: one, slain, lying dead in their crime
Wretched; another, imprisoned, mosques their fate

14. In Babylon's Nahrayn their heads
Are our trophies, borne on plodding camels

15. By my life, evil deeds and dire events
Came to them against their will, those atrocities

16. Armbands and turbans, affairs gone awry
When the son of Dahma assumed power, what loss!