1. Has any good come from our feebleness,
When we feared an enemy, full of holes?

2. When fear came upon us from our refuge,
We bent into a dark horizon.

3. Ask the gift of a day, has it seen
A man more generous than us in manners?

4. And how many ropes before it
We have cut their cords, so they unraveled.

5. We have attained a life of bliss,
And we have attained a strangled life.

6. I have found time to be a time I yearned for,
Enjoying some of it, and twisting some.

7. And I witnessed horses in battle,
You see nothing of them except their sclera.

8. Galloping on the banks of the spear,
A cup of deadly agony to drink.

9. The horses' chase could bother me
And play disrupts me from calmness.

10. With the stirring of the whites, until they leave
For the Indian swords in them a pathway.

11. And it was as if tomorrow I will meet it
Just as a platter meets a platter.