1. I swear by the smooth spears
And the spears with twisted spikes

2. I will dress him today in his clothes
From his sun beneath clouds

3. I fold over a short shadow
The soft blowing of the gentle breeze

4. And I follow when I seek glory
The tracks of forefathers who confessed

5. How can I seek it when lacking wealth
Humiliates the necks of victims

6. And hardship is man's shackle but I
Bang for glory my drums

7. I walk with my pride to his glory
Arrogantly like the nomads’ deed