They have placed your corpse in the sand as a banner which awakens the people of the valley day and night.
Woe to them (the kuffar)
For they have lit a lantern from blood that will continue to instill anger in future generations
The flames of battle did not leave his bones worn out
Nor did the Spears take from him a trace of blood.
He was not left like the bones of an eagle or the remnants of a lion
To be forgotten blowing in the wind like floating particles.
A brother of war steeds he would fight on horseback
And on it he would oversee the battle.
A knight of the deserts, he would attack fearlessly.