So one soul was born,
One name of the caliph from Him...
The ability of all people
Raise your hands to fight
A dark, black soul
Will be injected with the jihad of our path
The caliph's strength is accompanied by confidence
The struggle will surely win
Even if the white of the bone becomes dust
Even if the white of the bone becomes dust
Wake up and wake up from that sleep
Raise the fire of your promise
Poison will not kill your mind
But only fate and time
The body is separated from the life
All that remains is our name and practice
So that it is in the hands of Esa< br/>He is the determiner of all His wishes
Only fear the Lord who owns
The virtual world does not belong to us
It only sits for a while
Only the name belongs to us