1. O King, the merciful one
For how long this contemplation and standing still?

2. Your steeds have yearned to see it
Wrapped around in fine coats of mail

3. With fully armed flanks and sides
And the traces of spears on them exalted

4. I refused that they engage other than in war
So their share of the dense army would be plentiful

5. The Indian swords in it are disgraced
And the chests of the honorable in it are esteemed

6. The swords have collaborated against its spear
Yet the escape of the spear from them is swift

7. The wastelands compared to you are no abode
Nor are long journeys leisure and countryside

8. If you desire the fierce strike
And a stab that the breastplates respond to

9. Then besiege it with the tongues or you will see it
And treat it from the water of throats, however you wish

10. And within us are stars from it
And in our ears from it are earrings

11. It is nothing but a battle wherein
The Roman swords were made to shine

12. It descends upon your sharp blades
And lines up in your regiments

13. If time were to be fair
We and the fierce people would be equal in it

14. It is unjust to me wherever I reside in it
But in your vicinity no injustice occurs

15. Whoever turns away from you attains your bestowal
So how can strangers lose out near you?