تُعَجِّلُ بِالمَغبوطِ عِجلٌ مِنَ القِرى

وَتَخضِبُ أَطرافَ العَوالي مِنَ الدَمِ

A troop from the villages hurries to the fortunate one

And the highlands are dyed red with blood

هُما مِن كِرامِ المَأثُراتِ اِصطَفاهُما

عَلى الناسِ في إِشراكِ دينٍ وَمُسلِمِ

They are of the noble glories he chose them

Above the people in sharing a religion and Muslim