1. Deliver to Quraysh the tidings of their fate,
Of which they proudly boast without cause.

2. You have fallen by the death of those
Whom arrows of destiny did pierce.

3. So they left you ample plains and fled,
Leaving behind young lions that defend their cubs,

4. Battling for their faith in the midst of the fray,
A prophet who never wavered from the right path.

5. Wounded by the arrow of calumny,
By the venom of enmity that knows no surcease.