1. And youths true of promise from an enemy upon them
Clear sights were hung with the virgins

2. When called they asked not who called them
Nor held back above their hearts pulsing

3. And flew to the bare steeds unfettered
And fastened around their waists with belts

4. They are the fathers of the stranger and rescuers of the
Screaming and shelter of the lightly-clad wrapt in blankets

5. They put the courtyards of death above their brows
Instead of foreheads from the faces of the outrunners