1. My friend, though the earth is vast in its expanse
How many battlefields lie between the tips of the spear

2. Glory lies only in the neighing of the steed amidst the fray
So heed not the croaking of complacent weaklings

3. For I still hope, and hope is the path
To God, that I will be saved from the grasping of the toiler

4. And gain a kingdom from my ancestors I inherit
So my sword is lightning, held in the grasp of one who strikes sparks

5. I suffered injustice from two, aggrieved was I
By the hands of calamitous fates, destructive disasters

6. One, a noble son, upon whom no disgrace falls
The other, an Umayyad, praising the worthless rabble