1. Beneath the raging sea lies land submerged by waves,
While above the sailing ship ascends dry earth it braves.

2. When God, the Ever-Merciful, wills the hour of their death,
That day of killing will resemble feast days, by His behest.

3. The Frankish tyrant thought no blade could make him bleed,
Yet here this sword now proves his boasts were but straw, indeed!

4. Though captive, faith within such prisoners was never bound,
No hand was spared that sought to loosen and unwound.