1. There a scout said a speech
You have excelled, oh sheikh, every speech

2. If not for help from warriors so brave and bold
I would have kissed the feet of the angry God

3. With your wisdom of ten
I would have subjugated the army under my weapons

4. But the one who raises strife makes miserable
My heart with all sorts of confusing strife

5. Between me and my brother
There is conflict though I am the root of amiability

6. If we were on an even path
I would have defeated the enemy soon

7. So my friends stand up to the supplies and then
We march and spread the flames

8. Prepare helmets and sharpen the spears
And feed the horses of war

9. And quickly inspect the ships
For this is the day of God for wars

10. So surge and think of nothing else
For there is no break after the storm

11. Until the armies of enemies
Are forcibly rejected, every misfortune

12. And the pouring of blood on breastplates
Raised over blood-stained armor

13. And your hands become calloused in their valleys
And for the horses in that the bitter fate

14. So sweat pours from their eyes
As you pull them in the speed of charges

15. And whoever lags, that is beware
The food of dogs and birds of doom