1. The wolves of malice you’ve become a joke
To travelers heading east and west alike

2. And though undaunted was your soul Dear wolf
You met your end by a lion’s clawing strike

3. At the hands of one who never sleeps at night
Without his sword held hostage by the valiant tribes so eager for a fight

4. Did you not see me wolf as you crept close in the dead of night
Thinking me but a meek and feeble soul in spite of might

5. I scared you off time and again but when you overpowered me
And paid no heed, I put an end to you with heavy blows now see

6. You fell prey to Ibn Hurra’s cutting white blade
That saves from harm and damage ever made

7. Oh, many are the dubious days my friend had you been witness
My name among the brave would surely not be missed

8. You’d see no coward there all bundled in the dust
Both hands covered entirely by soil and rust

9. And another still with fluttering frightened heart
While I faced the battle clamoring as lions do headlong dart

10. With my proud steed I march with head held high
Toward death itself, my peers around me nigh

11. I see death coming on and do not flinch, too proud am I
Though I could if I wished avoid its grueling tribulation cry

12. But my defiant soul refused, for it has always been so pigheadedly feign
Never to cower or let people see it frightened or constrained