1. How many seats have I said, "Stand up," then they walk at dawn
And a bleary-eyed drinker clutching his cup whom I saw

2. Offering the processioners a morning drink
And with the warriors in the darkness before daybreak

3. I plunged into the polytheists at dawn
So my she-camel bucked amid the sandy hills

4. And became slaughtered in the middle of the crowd