1. The horses gallop on, after a tear, tearing away,
They escape unharmed, while beneath them they meet misery,

2. With four hooves that do not heed the stumbling-block,
They plunge headlong and fall prone,

3. Men do not toil for them with applause,
And if they gallop after being well-fed, well-fed,

4. You recognize from the beating of silk, deliverance,
When in it the arrows with them twinkle,

5. Do we not care, when we radiate the East,
Whether it be an ill-omened day, or whether it be serene,

6. How do you see the valiant man decide separation?
And the truthful man of integrity makes evident his integrity,

7. Were it not for the Chief of Mishalayn's disdaining,
When the importunate pedlar begins to rant.