At that time, the bright world became darkened

The vanguard scattered around the field unspoken

Before the army, Qaran, the warrior, did stand

With a resolute plan, like the Yemenite king's hand

A cry arose from the front of the troop

'O nobles and warriors of the king's group!'

Strive, for this war is the work of demons

The same pain, hatred, and the blood of the fallen

Keep your bonds strong and your watchful eyes bright

All under the shelter of the eternal ruler’s might

He who falls in this battlefield’s fray

Will be cleansed in paradise, free from dismay

Whoever from the army of China and Rome

Spills blood and takes the land as their home

They will be of good name till the end of time

Their legacy will remain with the priests' prime

They will also find crown and throne from the king’s grace

From the general's gold and the giver of fate's place

When the pure day of dawn will appear

Two blessings will come from the sun's shining sphere

They closed ranks entirely like a warrior's might

With clubs and Kabul daggers held tight

They took their positions, each in their own place

Not stepping forward, each kept their pace

The generals, the brave leaders of heart and mind

Formed ranks in front of the lion-hearted commander, aligned

They said to the commander, 'We are your servants true'

'In this world, the king’s life is ours to pursue'

When he commands, we will follow his decree

We will flood the earth with Jihun’s blood, endlessly

They returned to their tents, filled with purpose and might

All with heads held high, bearing the mark of spite