1. O you who wear the most splendid robes
Of pottery are your chambers, O son of tent dwellers

2. And O you who build the highest water pipes
Until the crookedness of pipes is corrected

3. Make for us the loftiest ambition with wisdom
With which we can roll up the miles in the black desert sands

4. A goal after which none could strive
Except the obstinate, resolute, daring men

5. Or the ship that sails with such speed
The flight of arrows and splashing of paddles

6. And this land despite its remoteness
The barefoot fear to tread and take its sandals