1. By the Lord of the night whose armies
Bear aloft in the air black banners

2. Gleaming above them their sharp blades
Like flowers amidst meadows.

3. You see Suhail before them as if
It stirred to meet them at its hour.

4. A fine shield, my brother, revolving
In the darkness with movements.

5. Raising it at times and lowering it
Beneath the paths of the stars at times.