1. By my life, though my life is of little worth
Evil is the youth called by nightfall Hatem

2. Tomorrow when like a bull I rush wildly
With my forehead I smite him as he stands

3. As if in the plain of Marrith an ostrich
Whose wings are overtaken by the wings of night

4. She offered to you her legs and bent her neck
And bared the white swords of her feathers