1. May God reward the tribe and supporters
On the morrow of Qudays, as the blood flows

2. Tamim against the toil of wars and their bitterness
Where the chicks chirp

3. They slew a group of Persians then departed
Leaving behind unhealable wounds

4. None can attain the chastity of our group
When the allies of wars are left shattered

5. They left the Lord of the ships lying wasted
With his wandering passions dispersed and crying to him