1. O slain one with calloused palms, your temple
Is now of a nature like Tailsan, son of War.

2. You are in melodies, in safety and peace,
While he is in the din of war and blows.

3. Your nape was protected by Muhammad, prime arms -
When armies mass against armies en masse.

4. And your temple, if detractors detract
Upon it, it resounds but does not break.