1. Is there a people nobler than my folk
At every watch, on the best gaze?

2. Riding swift steeds through the plains
With chests as hard as cast iron

3. Riding the waves whose spray is the death
Of those thrown from their mounts

4. With stallions purebred like swords forged
In Mecca, unmatched in temper

5. Through every long trial they remained
With lions upon them, fierce and relentless

6. When they ready their spears for the charge
We look to Kisra's empire brought low

7. Their prowess in times of woe goes unmatched