1. By your father I shall not forget him who sheds blood
The strikes of his sword make the brave man bend

2. And lightning in his fingers when he
Flashes and opens the rosy cheeked rose

3. If your father's chicks thirst one day
He will give them to drink from the necks of the people fresh water

4. And if the sly one wounds him while he feels safe
He will clothe the chests in fine brocade

5. And I have not seen the like of him called ungrateful
So the people call him righteous and hospitable