1. I learned, father, that you blamed me
For Akhlaad waking me when I was not asleep

2. So do not feel secure from my vengeance
Beware the strikes of fate

3. You threatened me, if I get horsemen from us
Tomorrow morning, vigorous like the fragrant gardens

4. Time has weakened them with decay
He who does not fear God, stumbles into tribulations

5. So your act one day will be to succumb to a strike
By the palm of a young man not noble among his people

6. Who will defeat Honazan and al-Munya
In revenge for my father's mutilated white hand