1. The caller called me altogether,
And their souls succumbed to suffocation,

2. So it was a call that gathered resolve,
And ignited its dishevelment after separation.

3. We answered the caller of Mudar and marched
To the kingdoms with determination and freedom.

4. Upon it every Mudari white-skinned warrior
Who forces death reluctantly upon who he forces it upon.

5. Before them the talons of death swoop down,
Swooping like a bucket a victim of Iraq.

6. So we repelled the kings with all wrath
And their defeat fled avoiding contact.

7. As if they were ostriches the morning they feared
The one with the Sultan, the separator of unions.

8. So how many kings did we make taste death,
And others we brought in shackles.