1. I see the son of Sulaym, may Allah protect his faith,
With it the cauldrons of war boil and bubble,

2. He is the stone thrower with whom Allah strikes whom He will,
When the earth quakes before men their backs all dapple.

3. And whenever the enemy's land denied its nurture,
It was by the son of Sulaym it suffered its trouble.

4. You see horses refuse to be humbled by any rider
Save the son of Sulaym, for in the fray he's their marvel.

5. A Rome-town he struck, and in it death did dwell,
By starry night its watcher's lamp he would dapple.

6. And the day the steeds of Babylon met with spears
Squadrons that roared, their mail all a-dazzle.

7. With sword they opened for them, as the horses crashed together,
Embracing death, both sides locked in their grapple.

8. You see, when the fray was done, his steeds wandered
With blood-stained necks and chests, all mottled and splotchèd.

9. We two are brothers, between us bonds from that knot
Which no strength can untie, no change shuffle.

10. We cross waters with no depths to wet their beds,
But as hounds do, nor can seas make us stumble.

11. So let him who'd divide us, keeping us apart,
Meet mountains, not us, for we'll make their peaks crumble!

12. Allies in Islam and truth, our affairs will incline
To the son of Sulaym in loyalty's channel.

13. He's the wise and auspicious one in every battle,
When swords are bared, for him do glories redouble.

14. Our pact as hounds is announced by our baying call,
Tying us to Sulaym, no secret nor subtle.