1. Take the cup from me, O destiny long foretold,
And gaze with eyes awakening from slumber.

2. For the nearer goal your purpose was set,
While my purpose soars to the ultimate aim.

3. I am the son of the dwellers in valour abode,
From a branch of glorious ancestry.

4. I see in them that which my spirit desires,
Though an age has come between me and it.

5. So pass me the charger for it complains of thirst,
And the time is due that it should be watered.

6. Bring forth my steed and unfold the coat of mail,
For if war whistles its leash cannot be tied.

7. You will know if I pluck its rein to advance,
Who is the intrepid hero, and who the proven warrior.