 The hypocrites in battle would flee, running fast away, never he. He who the strong could not tame, and the victories were penned in his name. The lion who conquered Hunain, and Badr and Uhud the same. The divider between heaven and hell, by Ali's side did the angels all dwell. The lion who roamed without fear, but gave peace to those who came near. In Jama, the honor was his, and in Sathin he showed them who Ali truly is. The one that no man could defeat, from him did the frightened retreat. On their heels did the weak turn and run, before the battles Ali led had begun. The legend from Khandak remained, the cause of their fear when they'd mentioned Ali's name. No man dare approach him with swords, the one given strength from his Lord. 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 sword sent down in praise of Qarrar. La fatta illa Ali, wala saif illa Dhulfiqar.