1. When your enemies wage war against you
And you fear the aggressors' first blows

2. Say and call out to the One invoked
So no supporter or helper can be found

3. Lend me, O son of Abraham, protection
With which I enter the battle of the assailants

4. For if He has lent you what you hoped for
You will see them fleeing before you

5. As the noble youth once fled
Before the writer, son of writers

6. Then the Lord of the Tavern poured
For the defeated the cup of the victors

7. And that ransomed protection was envied
For subduing the hands of the strikers