1. We are the suppliers of young warriors
To the gardens of death in great numbers

2. We left Al-Azd flashing its lightning
Upon rugged mountains and twisting paths

3. Asking a barrier between us and them
With a laughing flash on the day of answering the call

4. So inform the group of my people
And whoever pitched tents reproaching

5. They fled in every pass
As if their robes were cut to pieces