1. O king who cast chains upon polytheism,
Who made the Muslim women mourn their dead,

2. You have combined with the opening of gates
Plunder and captivity and killing,

3. It is the opening I forget all other openings,
And it concluded the chronicles and transmissions,

4. With it you have erased the engravings of rings after it,
You were rewarded with the reward of truthfulness from the seal of messengers,

5. You devoted yourself to Islam without its kings,
You destroy the causes of humiliation and abandonment,

6. The brother of war, the bowls nurtured him when weaned,
The gallantry of the young man mixes with the wisdom of the old,

7. And no day for the dog of Rome except the brother of the one,
With whom you removed what the armies had of valor,

8. He came to you with the like of Rome a multitude and he,
Exceeds by much the abundant sands,

9. So you fought him in the name of God then with determination,
That melts the hearts of lovers with what consoles,

10. He imagined that Syria was a pasture and he did not know,
That you are more decisive in traveling and encampment,

11. So he fled while the best of the victors, his blood,
When the spoils of money and family are denied him,