1. This is Abu Bakr, I sharpened his sword
So with it he prayed for me and marched forward

2. Now he pretends he doesn't know me
And aims my own feathers to shoot arrows

3. O you who tightened the bowstring with my hands
And straightened the spear with my hands to thrust

4. I raised you on a ladder until when
You got what you desired, you broke the ladder