With a strike on the rock!

And the lights appeared!

And a smite on the block!

There’s no grief or fear!

In the fifth of the year

Deep in the Shawwal

Stirring hearts dug a trench

By the great Dhubab

Enemies far and near

Were conspiring high

To destroy the new faith

To observe it die

Outnumbered, facing death

Odds did not look good

But the hope did not die

And the Prophet stood

With a strike on the rock!

And the lights appeared!

And a smite on the block!

There’s no grief or fear!

On the plan of Salman

They unearthed a trench

While the hate of Quraysh

Left its riling stench

But the ditch, it was rich

With a deep wisdom

Through the fear and the toil

Shone the vast kingdoms

As the jewel of Allah

Struck the Rayah earth

In the flash of the clash

A vision gave birth

Persia’s ancient seat

And the Byzantine

In the sparks of the strike

Boon materialised

With a strike of the rock!

And the lights appeared!

And a smite on the block!

There’s no grief or fear!

When the odds are against

It doesn’t look good

When the vultures surround

Sniffing for their food

When the clouds gather round

And world turns night

When the doors are all shut

All alone you fight

Find the rock of your fears

Strike that loathsome site

With the spirit of the Prophet

See the wondrous lights!

With a strike of the rock!

And the lights appeared!

And a smite on the block!

There’s no grief or fear!