1. As if at dawn, Uqail was carried off
And flown away into the western sky by a vulture

2. By one so generous, who calls on you, O clan of Amir
With his cloak dripping blood in the fray

3. Amir saw the swords fall and they surrendered
Their brother, as no terrifying horse shied away

4. And when Amir saw death, he submitted
With a steed above the spear-points, humpbacked

5. When our forest of spears shades him
The necklace of his victim hangs over him, dripping

6. On his shoulder-blades, like swooping eagles
Whose shoulders gleam, preening over their prey