1. I hurried them at dawn when the riders embarked
And the caller of destiny called, so they responded

2. When they had their fill of the exquisite drink of war
It aroused in them both gray hair and youth

3. They lead the helpers to war enthusiastic
With such zeal that filled the sky's expanse

4. Bearing polished swords that clanged
Against shields - strong and brave lads

5. Passionate for white blades and scimitars
To the rhythm of drums - beating, pounding

6. They have the honor of Zaki and Hashim
And descent from Lamer and Kalab noble clans

7. Battle positions, battle lines formed by the likes of them
Lions with tongues as blue as the darkest of nights

8. Their spears pierce kidneys as if
Seeking the hearts' deepest hopes and yearnings

9. And steadfast towards the victory of the son
Of the Prophet's daughter, angry in the fray's tumult

10. Yearning for God's reward, and for so long
Rushing to every noble, righteous deed

11. When the excited swordsman thirsts in battle's heat
Only the drink of courage quenches his thirst

12. If the Indian in war sheaths his sword
The sheath is but necks and heads

13. Their spears piercing kidneys as if
Piercing the conscience's innermost thoughts

14. Until they fell dead atop the dirt and were shaded
By the canopy of glorious eternal fame

15. By my soul that shone with beacons in the dark
Radiant, beyond the reach of sunset's veil

16. The Banu Harb came frightening prey
Lost on the path, failing in their goal

17. They saw surrendering to death's inevitability
As disgrace - but that, my friends, is a mirage

18. I ransom with my soul the one who pleads with the proud
But can remorse soften their hardened hearts?

19. He calls to them with kind words but will
These brutes comprehend an articulate sermon?

20. "Is there a helper?" he calls but hears
Only the swishing of unsheathed blades in reply

21. So he unleashed on them from his army's flanks
Regiments of war, before which all swords are humbled

22. And unleashed the flames of battle upon them, as
A veil of interwoven iron envelops the sun

23. Marking them with the wrath of youths, as if they were
Butterflies, scorched by a brilliant meteor's flames

24. As if his eyes made the valleys prey
Dyed red with the blood of armored men

25. Until what destiny's hand had decreed came to pass
Written on the Guarded Tablet by God's pen

26. He fell to the earth, affliction of all creation
Greatness of ordeal, heaviness of tragedy

27. By my soul shamefully wandering the barren wasteland
Going back and forth by his lifeless body

28. His noble souls are spoils for the unjust
And his wealth is plunder for usurpers