1. Deliver thou my greeting to the chiefs of my people
In robes of Babylon when the trysting-time comes round;

2. Yet distract ye no heart for my absence, I pray,
For each day I am gaining in might and renown.

3. The precincts forbidden to commoner tread
I have pierced, of the kings and their minions the crowd,

4. And if Kulaib's marches shall give me harbour and bread,
Yet Uswud's fair border my steps shall enshroud.