1. I awake, sane, in a mighty citadel
Lofty are its bastions, great its guide,

2. The knots in its full quivers unyielding
With stout, unbroken cords tightly tied.

3. Your generosity I see has no peer,
Your lands I see give pasture to my steed.

4. They charged and their riders broke with their legs,
And crowded on Hafs, her pillar and stay.

5. The archers despaired, ceasing to shoot,
While her arrows at them spewed from each bow made.