1. I stood where the highlands could see you
While your passions leaned towards their springs

2. And nothing remained of the warriors
Except your brother, your sharp sword

3. My right hand holds fast the past, my right
So I fear not the fickle nor the wavering

4. Your whim did not sway you, but a heart
Accustomed to plunging into the fray

5. Hold fast with the steadiness of the pole when
The turns of fate seek what cannot be turned

6. And your custom is food, so if they lead
Your steed astray with slander, blame it not

7. Each veteran of war called for war
Leaving behind him the order of calm

8. His flesh perspired and his skin turned green
Then he leapt up, sword in hand, as sword

9. He came in the darkness of the desert in hue
But his separated lock remained dishevelled

10. The spear did not bend what they rammed it into
And beneath sleep, a relentless valor slept

11. They went resolutely to their task at dawn
And it revolved, by the pact they concluded, constantly

12. They parried it with white blades
And regret assaulted the assailant in his exchange

13. But it was not the swords that took them
Rather, lightnings that no coats of mail can withstand

14. Whenever a flash flashed upon them
The drops were bones and blood

15. The women and the men will ask you
So speak of what lies behind you, O determined one

16. And watch over them in your land, rising
As its lightnings are guided by the clouds

17. Steeds from which triumph is reaped
And which scatter in their race grounds the ostriches

18. You pitched at the tumult a market, so take it
With rivalry, and make light of what is arduous

19. If you wish for the refined, then here is the lofty
And if you wish for the spectator, then here is the protector

20. After it the oppressors will worship what
Has been made legitimate next to it in concealment

21. He girded his forearms and donned the night,
Wishing it were a long year

22. Not because the blades have been bared
But from the raging in his conscience