1. The sword of the Prophet remains for him as if
It has a teardrop of yearning sorrow dripping

2. Its sheaths and the cold know that he
Is the original clay that it used to recognize

3. I swore and by the right of what I said that I
Say and praise after that and swear

4. So the people of injustice never feared anyone like you as a politician
And no one was as fair to the oppressed as you are fair