1. God is not made helpless by a fleeing fugitive
Glory be to Him, for He will reach when He desires

2. Where can the deluded one flee from fate
And from the affliction destined for both

3. When he sees the sun entangled around him
He says "A tool that brings me conquest"

4. While it is, by its position, a partner to him
And he has, through it, imposed upon himself

5. No, these ambitions have ceased, no
They speak nothing but lies to their people

6. O igniter of rebellion, indeed its igniter
Lights a fire with it to burn firewood

7. Turbans for the teeth, dressed by spears
And blood is shed for them, fresh

8. And they allow themselves violations with them, clubs
That on the day of battle, drag clubs for them