1. Should I ask if God has guided you, what is my worth
In the eyes of the slanderer when rage reddens the eyes

2. And the horses march with the brave heroes
Their forelocks disheveled, whiteness shining upon them

3. Shall I leave the spear rusted while I tend to it
Its garb soiled from its inner syrup

4. And I have marched ahead of the living one who bears me
The swaying of the litters in their carriages creaking

5. Until I attain every glory upon him
When the weak and foolish turn away from it