1. A tribe whose horsemen left
For a blessed war, clashing and stirring,

2. Seeking death, feeling its imminence,
Scattering a united group.

3. And a town whose milch-camels you made desolate
With a torrent-like raid, pouring forth.

4. As if the ostriches of the wilderness
Fled from them in fright, above the hill-tracks.

5. You see them when war’s kindling flares up
Like fiery demons with braziers.

6. Each man mounted on his steed
Is like swarming ants on the earth.

7. The onlooker’s eye recoils in fear
From their gleaming, death-dealing blades.