شَفَيتُ نَفسي وَقَومي مِن سَراتِهِم

الصِعابِ وَوادي حارَبي ماسِ

I healed my soul and my people from their afflictions

Of hardships, and the valley of Al-Harb's heat

مَن لَم يَكُن قَد شَفى نَفساً بِقَتلِهِم

مِنّي فَذاقَ الَّذي ذاقوا مِنَ الباسِ

Whoever had not healed a soul by killing them

Tasted from me what they tasted of torment