1. We raided the garden of roses in the morning
Like the flower bud with twisted petals

2. And we filled up on the hill overlooking the city like a mound
So we slipped away, escaped the clamor of tongues

3. And the son of Warqah the wind-swift survived
Forceful lord of the two castles, seasoned warrior

4. And we quenched from Yazid the thirst of our hearts
And from his cavalry, though the lord of war is headstrong