1. The night has fallen in its darkest hour
With a howling so gloomy it's known by its name

2. Opposing are his uncle and cousin
So which noble vein did not put him to shame?

3. And an archer who was protected by his mother
If only he could, he'd devour his flesh raw

4. He still admonishes and gulps down his wine
Instilling in him words of his knowledge

5. Protecting him from the cold night's dew with his sleeve
Like a mother sheltering her son in an embrace

6. And the scent she savors when she gives him a kiss
He descends upon the astrologers at their brightest star

7. Forcefully or goes down at their wisest decree
He rides the hilltops with his mouth

8. And how many beauties he brought down out of spite
After quenching his thirst with the wine from his flask