1. I blame the times for those who disparage me,
For they have ridden it recklessly unguided.

2. I saw it had an ambition that inspired
Raising a long spear and drawing a short sword.

3. We were as lions in battle
That swoop down on the breastplates of foes.

4. When we surpassed the judgment of fate,
We left its passion for us a prince.

5. You left your accoutrements—they can only
Moan and sigh now.

6. They saw you before the swords were even drawn,
And their skulls almost took flight.

7. You travelled from their land in a caravan,
And left death behind attendance there.

8. If rain could find a supporter
It would vie with you for grave affair.

9. It makes small the dew and fate before you
And outpaces you if you desire to ride.