1. We brought the finest horses and camels
To the highlands, the highlands of blackness

2. You have not seen the like of us in nobility and glory
You have not seen the like of us, dwellers of the plateau

3. We packed the side of the valley with our numbers
A host that does not recede from the waste

4. We kept to the side of the valley until
We saw the crops trodden down by the harvest

5. We will come in numbers against those who took up arms against us
To Anbar, Anbar of the servants