1. Indeed woe unfathomable, forsooth quite unmatchable,
What reunited with kin yearns Ghatfan, lost one day,

2. Indeed upon mounts seeking once more, time and again,
'Neath palm trees when months permitted and free were to stray,

3. And finest coat-of-mail stuffing art thou for us, assuredly,
When from sheaths unleashed are lances for foe's blood to pay.