1. Do not think that I have found comfort
After the rock, until grief became audible

2. From my conscience, with the agony of sadness, until
Sadness gnawed my heart creating wounds

3. Do not think I have forgotten my sorrows
Not even if I drank cups of wine

4. When I remember the call of the rock
My patience weakens, then it screams

5. In my chest are four things that echo
Yearning until they broke my wings

6. It cracked my bones and my wings collapsed from me
The death of the rock, so I cannot bear comfort

7. Who is there for a guest that descends on abode
After the rock, when the screams call him

8. Upon it are the widows of the tribe and the children
Complaining to him, they have become bold

9. And gifts he shakes with generosity
And ambition for whoever desires ambition

10. Success in matters, smooth, noble
And if he ever went to war, he brought it

11. And with wisdom, if the ignorant blame him
He holds back ignorance, after it had spread

12. I know your generosity, and your setting free of enemies, forgiveness
A knight who strikes the battalion with the sword

13. When the wailing of women follows the screams
He meets the stab towards the necks with resolve

14. When his attack rises until it softens the wounds
Turning away from him, and not desiring struggle

15. How many prey has he stilled their trembling out of fear
They used to call to their lines openly

16. The knight of war, and the turbaned in it
His knowledge of war when he engages in combat