1. O Zawra’ neither did you visit when passions ran high
Nor did you hurl a spear on the day of battle

2. You wrestled the curved bow of Ju’thur
That turns hearts to stone though no blood it drew

3. And you smote what he enviously protected
When the full moon rose and the new crescent gleamed

4. So his crooked old age turned straight
And the gashes of his blows sang like bells