1. May God forbid our women weep
For one perished, or that we recoil from death,

2. The clashing of swords with swords made lawful for us
A land of tents, of lofty tents and low,

3. Of all possessions, naught remains for us
Save bodies stripped of lineage, bare of seed.

4. Three thirds of steeds; and tenths of our array;
Our food; and those we drive to slaughter.