1. The bright morning star knew well that I,
Beside Aya, was no coward in the fray,

2. Left Aziz, whom the birds circled warily,
And faced Ghashsh, wielder of glittering blade.

3. From Nimran I took blood-price savagely
For rage pent up since the tribes deployed.

4. Ikab I left gasping, and Hareth died
With my spear in his breast, that breast so proud.

5. Sumayya thought our lances play, but met
Sudden, unlooked-for death, her life-blood spilt.