1. Your moans lasted long among the hostile people, who were ignorant,
And your patience increased from what they said and what they did,

2. You sheathed your sword and gave them respite, so they transgressed,
And they awakened evil that will not spare them when times get tough,

3. No disaster from them made us worry, unless followed by one far worse,
Unleash it, stained with blood, upon the frowning enemy in anger,

4. They will find themselves sunk in the darkness of death if they jest,
For your sword and hopes are deceptive, like certain death,

5. Where all hope folds,
If they ask for other than what you wish, they have shown ignorance,

6. For embracing death is better than what they asked for,
Or they wake up still blinded by their blindness,

7. And these shadows will loom over them,
The cavalry is not like torrents, no flood covers,

8. The flock of enemies, no downpour,
If you wish, their steeds would charge forth,

9. With death, no impotence or incapacity,
They yearn for battle, stoking and pouring it,

10. With blood that intensifies its flames when ignited,
Surging with desire towards it while it is dormant,

11. Almost killing each other from prolonged yearning,
They glare at the enemy with eyes full of hatred,

12. Revealing hearts full of villainy and baseness,
Take them by surprise, the earth quakes in fear,

13. And surprise achieves what cunning fails to accomplish.