1. O how few are the virtues of the prince I used to follow!
Does he not frighten me, or does he not hope for me?

2. Or does he not hope when the horses sniff the air
And swords fall on my shoulder as he calls me?

3. Do not think we forgot, however long ago it was,
The day at Tasa and the day at the muddy river.

4. You made me hopes I was content with
Until you made me lower than them.

5. Your hopes were winds from the north
That kept blowing against me in different directions.

6. So if I fall by the side of the sand dune, weakened,
I will blame each man for what he blamed me.