1. You have trodden on the religion of God with might,
The everlasting poet's robes for Him are rags.

2. He called you when hardships pulled and tore,
For Him misfortunes are gifts the fates dispense.

3. So you rose up defending Him while men were lost,
A rising that blamed what evil bands had wrought.

4. You dragged its glory from the pit of oblivion,
Above the span of time its banners glory sought.

5. Upon the cross you poured crosses of disaster,
Beneath its swaying its destiny conquest brought.

6. You turned against their fortresses and down they came,
As systems topple when their rules are turned to naught.

7. At Sarchad and Khataym, and at Azaz too,
Events which stunned the throngs who watched them fought,

8. Were you not to free Raqqa and take Damascus,
No Iraq or Levant would see the morrow's dawn.

9. A day at Urayma that spelt doom for pagans,
Where rebels were served death as their ordered lot.

10. They found you like poured steel no fire could soften,
No prince of Khor could ever weaken or besot.

11. Tabuk, Dhat Atlah, Hunayn you condemned,
Though you are gentle with believers without fault.

12. You smashed them with the swinging of joined ranks,
As though your cavalry's neighs were storm clouds brought.

13. And what a night when you did not bestow on them
An apparition to haunt their dreams with thoughts!

14. With the light of faith you lit each torch of justice,
Corruption in the dust by you was caught.

15. Right returned after the darkness of wrongs,
Safe from the errors of stumblers without thought.

16. Your justice shone, your authority blazed,
No fear of tyranny or misrule was wrought.

17. Your continuance is the best hope of hopes,
The greatest gift that time to men has brought.