1. May Allah reward Um Ghilan well
And her women when they were disheveled warriors

2. They ward off death from me after its approach
And the fighters had taken to the battlefield

3. And may Allah reward Awf well with goodness, so he never flagged
Nor did my joints cool from him

4. He called out a cry at Daus till its valleys flowed
With blood, and none of them showed cowardice

5. Do not the exalted ones keep faith with their neighbors
With a noble people when the fruits are harvested

6. And I rose to my sword and bared its blade
After my soul whose enemy shall I fight

7. And I advanced walking with the sword drawn
It's not blunt nor am I leaving the fight