1. O clan of Tamim, by Allah, he is your protector
You have been hit with one of the fatal blows

2. So dress yourselves in the garments of infamy and confess
If you are not deterred, O sons of eloquence, by raids

3. And you kill the killer of the best of young men
Or you all die, scattered, not united

4. Praise Allah for a young man they passed by
His face mutilated, his bones broken

5. They took away the one white like the full moon
The slaves of injustice, in humiliating shackles