1. Bring me a drink from the aged wine
Where time was pure and I attained my hopes

2. And leave my steeds of youth, I cast them
Amongst the ranks, battalions of blame

3. May you look from your boy in the fray
What was not seen from Antar and Asaam

4. And you see the cowards then were silenced
By my awe in my presence, bridled

5. And you see the slanderers in the stations were deterred
From falsity and fromresolve, muted

6. And you’d think the gangs of necks were
Frightened of my club and sword

7. And likewise the gossipers, from languor you’d think
They were created without speech

8. So if they break their vows and you order me
To battle them, they shrink from daring

9. And their vectis have tasted swords and made peace
And flung themselves upon my feet

10. For the marriage of the two brothers, pride encamps