1. Let no one incline towards holding back
On the day of battle, fearing the fight

2. For it has shown me as a shield against spears
From my right and in front of me

3. Until the flanks of my saddle were dyed
With what flowed from my blood

4. Then I returned, having struck without being struck
The brave steadfast in the attack

5. Exposing myself to death, I teach lessons
In the terrors of wars, standards raised

6. I call the cowards to battle but do not see
Slaying the noble as unlawful