1. By my life! Indeed Ibn Ahawz led a battalion
By which Islam's every path was humiliated

2. You bent the stallions of the men of Wasit
And every swift-running of the wager

3. Swords which, when the caller calls out, are like
The dogs of Sulouq that bark

4. We made their heads and bodies between our spearheads
Flaming bodies full of gashes

5. With every shining crescent moon and magnificent one
Having an aversion from a prominent one and lightning

6. And flaming ones led by the champions of strife
We gored so they were left without skulls