1. The pots of our fate had its head cut off
And its master blinded, fallen into the hands of destiny

2. Don't you see we are guided through the pilgrimage sites
We and ours are the glory of the honored truth-teller

3. My father is Mudar, from him came the messenger who guided
Allah by him who prayed facing west and east

4. When Khindif brandished at Al-Abtah
Behind me, and Qais rallied facing the east

5. None faced us except to see us ahead
And their masters above when we come together

6. He who faces our two seas when they clash
With Khindif or Qais ibn Ailan's son will drown

7. They are Allah's two mountains which He anchored
With the stars in the highest rising heaven

8. By Allah's will we opened every city
From India or a gate of Rome though locked