1. And they ride as if the wind seeks refuge with them
It has a string from its pulling of the turbans

2. They bend the ends of the staffs as if they
Sting with the ends the thorns of scorpions

3. They wandered hitting the night and it envelops them
On the roads of the lands from every side

4. When they see a fire they say if only it
And their hands have been girded by the fire of the victor

5. To the fire of the kindler of embers he did not cease
To have from the flies of his sword the best dogs

6. The young women circle around it on the night of dissociation
And the flames swell at the cooking pots