1. O you who prays at dawn persistently
Will you tomorrow morn be climbing hills?

2. We live under a youthful king
Who never fails to perform supererogations

3. With hands like the full moon
A speaker and a doer so influential

4. The giver of hundreds in charity
O you amid successive mountains and defiles

5. And indeed I have drunk wine that leaves
The Turks staggering around us, and the cables

6. Like the blood of a slaughtered victim unlawfully
Of what the people of Babylon emancipate

7. I enjoyed it around those accustomed
To eating the firstborn of the tribe of Wail

8. The people of the red tents
Of bliss, sweetmeats, and arsenals

9. How many smooth-cheeked ones among them
And clenchers of the breasts of the mares

10. Stout-armed swimmers
Bare, their coats tied with leashes

11. Disheveled, their hair rivaling
The flowing plumage of ostriches

12. They come out through the thickets
Frowning, joined by nights-long shadows

13. How many torn garments have they left
Among ragged cloaks and mantles

14. Like birds I strike them down
At night, turning away the assemblies

15. As if, after perfection
It is stained red, rational, mature

16. Spreading from it a meadow
Which heavy dew has struck

17. Nay, many a star of ill fortune
Does a smooth-skinned king tumble into

18. I left him sprawled
In the dust, ripped by the claws

19. And indeed he tries to stand
But strength has already deserted him