 The hypocrites in battle would flee, running fast away, never he, he who the strong could not tame, the victories were penned in his name, the lion who conquered Hunayn and Badr and Uhud the same. The divider between heaven and hell, by his side did the angels all dwell, the lion who roamed without fear, but gave peace to those who came near. In Jamal the honor was his, in Safin he showed them who Ali truly is. The one that no man could defeat, from him did the frightened retreat. Under heels did the weak turn and run, before the battles Ali had led had begun. The legend from Khandak remained, the cause of their fear when they'd mention his name. No man dare approach him with swords, the one given strength from his lord. With the gate of Khaybar in his hands, honor and praise Ali's name does demand. If God had not created the soul of Ali, unequal for Fatima, never would there be. His swords and down in praise of Karal, la fatta illa Ali, wala saif illa dolfikar.