1. She spent the night as she spent it, pregnant,
Having a small bag by the saddle cloth,

2. Her limbs were eaten away as if
She was divided at the drinking bowls.

3. Like the weeping of a mother for her only child,
Her howl was like that of glass shards.

4. From dawn until the sun of her day set,
With a ringing and a pant in her eyes.

5. She pushes away his mane from the effort of his galloping,
As if the bloody wounds were a perfume pouch.