1. Does sorrow have no relief?
Does the night have no morning?

2. Bravest in attaining success, bravest in prosperity
Bravest with spears, bravest in forgiveness

3. Do foreigners shepherd your souls
While you shepherd the dust of lowlands?

4. March against them, intent upon
Making the first of them food for spears

5. Scatter their group in the lands
And gather them for accessible death

6. All of Mudar knows
We are still masters of that wing

7. When our horses stampede with us
Our feet have no stopping

8. Why do I not hear the wailing women
Sing me the horrors of their shriek?

9. There the fates waver among the horsemen
And I hurl between the breasts of spears

10. O son of Nubata, you are not weak
If you do not plague them with terrible calamities

11. For you know that in the day of battle
You are the weapon of weapons

12. And O you who blame me for what I have given
Blame is the habit of the forgiving