My brother, tell the friends here That I'm leaving and departing I will let the beauty of life And go where I don't informed
To the good, to the Most Gracious (god) In ease when I will let to rest Blowing up the enemy's camp How much it betrayed and how much it deceived
Are you see on their palms Much of paradises as I see Do you hear sounds of their guns As tambours of a wonderful wedding
The smoke of my bombs is like musk And the wind of my rocket is like ambergris My brother, if I die, join me That the age of humilation don't live long