The news of his being sent alarmed the hearts of the foes,

Just like a roar causing heedless sheep to startle and flee.

He kept courageously facing them at each battlefield,

Till they were butchered by spears like meat in a butchery.

They longed to flee so much that they watched the parts carried off

By buzzards and vultures in a state of near jealousy.

The nights would pass with them unaware the number of them,

Except the nights of the Sacred Months of tranquility.

As if religion had been a guest arrived at their yard,

With every nobleman craving meat of the enemy.

It brought an ocean of troops on gracefully-floating steeds,

Advancing waves made of heroes, surging successively.

Each in response to the call of God, in hope of reward,

Attacking armed to uproot and shatter idolatry.

Until the Faith of Islam, with them among it, became—

Once having been foreign—now a unified family.

Protected forever from them by the best father and

Best husband, so not an orphan or a widow is she.

They are the mountains, so ask about them their battle-foe,

At every battle, the things from them that he used to see.

And ask Hunayn, question Badr, and even ask Uhud, too—

Events of death for them, worse than plague in catastrophe.

Returning white blades now turned to crimson after they reached

The fighters with flowing hair of black from the enemy.

Inscribing with spears of Lettering, their pens didn't leave

A body line with undotted i, and crossed every t.

With sharpened weapons they had a mark to set them apart;

A rose is set by its mark apart from a thorny tree.

The victory winds convey to you the sweet news of them;

So flowers in bloom you'd reckon every soldier to be.

They were in horseback like firmly-rooted plants up on hills—

From grit so solid, not girth of saddle held solidly.

The enemies' hearts were fluttering in fear of their force,

Unable to tell a lamb apart from brave cavalry.

Whoever is aided by the Messenger of Allah,

If lions meet him inside their woods, they bow silently.

You will not see any saint that isn't victorious

Through him, nor any opponent not destroyed utterly.

He put his nation to dwell inside the fort of his faith;

Like lion dwelling inside the forest with progeny.

How often the words of God refuted the quarrelsome

About him! How often proof defeated the enemy!

Enlightenment in the one unread is wonder enough,

In Age of Darkness; and good upbringing in orphancy.