A certain general of kind Yazdajerd Became a Muslim’s captive in the wars;

A Guebre he was, inured to every trick of fortune, crafty, cunning, full of guile.

He kept his captor ignorant of his rank nor told him who he was, or what his name;

But said, ‘I beg that you will spare my life and grant to me the quarter Muslims gain.’

The Muslim sheathed his sword. ‘To shed thy blood,’ He cried, ‘were impious and forbidden sin.’

When Kaveh’s banner had rent to shreds, the fire of Sasan’s sons turned all to dust;

It was disclosed the captive Jaban was, supreme commander of the Persian host.

Then was his fraud reported, and his blood petitioned of the Arab general;

But Abu Ubaid, the renowned leader of the ranks from the distant Hijaz, who required no armies to support his steadfast courage in the heat of battle,

Thus they responded to their request: ‘Friend, we are Muslims, strings on a single lute, in perfect harmony.’

Ali’s voice attunes with Abu Dharr’s, although the throat be that of Qanbar or Bilal. ہ

Each one of us is trustee to the whole community and one with it, in malice or in truce.

As the community is the sure base on which the individual rests secure, so is its covenant his sacred bond.

Though Jaban was a foeman to Islam, a Muslim granted him immunity;

His blood, O followers of the best of men, may not be spilled by any Muslim sword.’