1. When the arrow pierces the eye of the sun with darkness,
Seek death in gaining the heights, and you shall live.

2. Aim not for glory, except with tested skill,
As if its haft were yawning from wear.

3. No shame to a knight whose mare is slowed
By jangling stirrups, on an ill-groomed saddle.

4. She runs with a bushy tail, as the darkness casts
A handful of stars into the shaking palm.

5. How long in a land where its valleys
Offer a pasture too narrow for a nimble mare?

6. When you curl in the lap of disgrace in it
The noble is unused to sheathing an astonished blade.

7. You are not of a killing when you meet it
Exposing your sides to the archer on the watch.