1. With cheeks dyed in the hue of life
In a short coat stained with blood of his tunic

2. His glances are inclined to shed blood
And his arrows, both did not hesitate

3. Until, when he attended the battleground as an adversary
And birds (were flying) between soaring and diving

4. He distracted the birds with the beauty of his face
So they paused and he struck them with his rifle