1. Your swords are mighty, so Iraq is mighty,
And Syria, without its defenders, is Syria no more.

2. If sheathed, ambitions unravel;
If drawn, sanctities are desecrated.

3. Without you they wither, neither dawning nor darkening.
You stirred them awake, watchful through the night.

4. You calmed them, and touched their dreams.
Like water, but in its drops

5. Fires that inflame souls and melt their scabbards.
They weighed lightly on your faith

6. On the day of battle, though burdensome on their carriers
Until they made Syria an uproarious Syria

7. Where their gannets cried and their zeal resounded.
And they plowed the coasts of the peninsula after

8. Its dales and stony grounds had overwhelmed them.
One half you created, and one half you left

9. To the chances of fate however hard its days.
With trailing robes in the thickets the lion roars

10. And the Tigris-Euphrates valley, alive, fasts.
You made it a vulnerable neck, though clamor

11. Had hardened its voice against the slicing blades -
Which, whenever the livers cooled with them,

12. Their rancor grew hotter and screams louder.
They left with honor binding their saddle-straps

13. And settled calmly into their resting places,
While misguidance walked backwards uprooting

14. Any ear inclined to the call to prayer.
And the intimate turned it into a pasture

15. Of sweet waters where torment passed like clouds.
Wrathful for God's religion, he folded his wings

16. Hostilely and bloodied its pages with his wounds.
Now his light restores its light

17. And disperses the darkness of those sorrows.
Praised, praised highly when resolution weakens

18. And feet slip shaking the pillars.
Reliever of grave distress when mouths gape

19. And hearts squeeze in agonies.