أَتاني أَنَّ هِندَاً أُختَ صَخرٍ

دَعَت دَركاً وَبَشَّرَتِ الهُنودا

A sister of Sakhra came and told me

News reached me that Hind, the sister of Sakhr,

That the Indians had called up their army and brought glad tidings,

Called out for vengeance and brought glad tidings to her kin,

فَإِن تَفخَر بِحَمزَةَ حينَ وَلّى

مَعَ الشُهَداءِ مُحتَسِباً شَهيداً

If you are proud of Hamza when he retreated,

So if she boasts of Hamza when he passed away,

To join the martyrs, seeking martyrdom,

Among the martyrs, seeking God's reward, a martyr true,

فَإِنَّا قَد قَتَلنا يَومَ بَدرٍ

أَبا جَهلٍ وَعُتبَةَ وَالوَليدا

Then we, on the day of Badr, had killed

Then surely we, upon the Day of Badr, slew

Abu Jahl, Utbah and al-Walid,

Abu Jahl, and Utbah, and Al-Walid,

وَقَتَّلنا سُراةَ الناسِ طُرّاً

وَغُنِّمنا الوَلائِدَ وَالعَبيدا

And we killed the best knights of mankind,

And we slaughtered the noblest chiefs, one and all,

And seized their women and slaves,

And gained the captive maidens and slaves as spoils,

وَشَيبَةَ قَد قَتَلنا يَومَ ذاكُم

عَلى أَثَوابِهِ عَلَقاً جَسيدا

And we killed Shaybah on that day of yours,

And Shaybah, too, we killed on that day of yours,

Hanging from his clothes, slain,

With clotted gore caked thick upon his clothes,

فَبُوِّأَ مِن جَهَنَّمَ شَرَّ دارٍ

عَلَيها لَم يَجِد عَنها مُحيدا

So he was destined for the worst abode in Hell,

So he was lodged in Hell, the vilest home,

In it he found no refuge,

From which he found no refuge nor escape.

وَما سِيّانِ مَن هُوَ في جَحيمٍ

يَكونُ شَرابُهُ فيها صَديدا

It is not equal, one who is in Hellfire,

And two are not alike: the one within the Fire,

Drinking there boiling water,

Whose draught therein is festering, boiling pus,

وَمَن هُوَ في الجِنانِ يَدَرُّ فيها

عَلَيهِ الرِزقَ مُغتَبِطاً حَميدا

And one who is in Paradise, living there happily,

And he who dwells in Gardens, where blessings flow

With sustenance pouring upon him, pleased and praiseworthy.

Upon him, blissful in his state and praised.