1. O you who threatens me with his return
Be aware, for war's threats are few and far between

2. Our spears do hunt the delinquents down
When the horses, fleet of foot, stumble in their tracks

3. If you come to Saad and find our steeds
Prancing around me in the camp, their blacks apparel

4. And if you seek me out in Fazara, you will find
A steadfast man when war's flames rage high