1. You knew the abode of Zainab by the sand hill
Like the line of revelation on crinkled parchment

2. The winds alternate upon it and every passion
From the rain-pouring season gushing outpouring

3. So its outline has become creation by nightfall
And a door after its beloved dweller

4. So leave off remembering every day
And soothe the heat of the gloomy chest

5. And inform with that which has no defect in it
With truthfulness, not the telling of lies

6. With what the King did the morning after Badr
For us from the polytheists the allotted portion

7. The morning as though their assembly was volcanic rock
Its pillars appeared to be the wings of sunset

8. So we met them from us with a group
As the lion of the forest from aged and grizzled

9. Before Muhammad, they supported him
Against the enemies in the ferocity of battles

10. In their hands swords bared
And every seasoned warrior firm in onslaught

11. The sons of Aus the heroic supported them
The sons of Najjar in religion crosses

12. So we left Abu Jahl lifeless
And Utbah, we left amongst the corpses

13. And Shaybah we left amongst men
Of lineage, when they trace their ancestry, noble

14. The Messenger of Allah calls them when
We hurled them into the frying pan

15. "Did you not find the discourse was truth
And Allah's command takes hold of hearts?"

16. So they did not speak, and if they spoke, they would have said
"You spoke truthfully and you were of correct opinion"