1. Who is this son of thunder yet no lightning bolt is he,
Though lightning bolts do chase the thunder ceaselessly,

2. And who is this son of the Goddess, tell me and don't
Let him be called a god whose maker he comes to be,

3. He has a brother who of his own free will is set fully free,
The first born he, alone, and true is this story certainly,

4. And we see he has a mother who saw him as a son to her,
At the very time his brother Bakr breathed his last breath fleetingly,

5. And one day he loved his mother before ever he
Could be her son, and the mother was kind-hearted and gentle certainly,

6. Of wonders is that he was not aware
Save for an eye in slumber sunk completely,

7. And he learned faithful love from a wink
Drowsy, and love's rule is a barely open eye certainly,

8. When he was exiled from his land and home
He drew near it, though from him it did flee,

9. And he saw life's span a scant two hundred years, not
As a life whose taste is death's adversity,

10. Dispute fell on his death, though by nature
He was dead, and from life cut off utterly,