W ith his own spear You cut through the head of his soldiers. They came like a storm to send us everywhere, finding joy as if they were destroying in secret those who had it very hard.
طَعَنْتَ بِسِهامِهِ قائِدَ جُنُودِهِ الَّذِينَ هَجَمُوا عَلَيْنا كَعاصِفَةٍ لِيُبَدِّدُونا. احتَفَلُوا كَمَنْ يَفرَحُ بِالتِهامِ مِسكِينٍ فِي الخَفاءِ.
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