1. Our horses' dust we share,
No straw left for the thresher there,

2. A winter so biting, the camels bear,
And we water our families drop by drop.

3. Until spring sweeps the gloom away,
We drive the devils, our whips at play,

4. And seek the foe's abodes to fray,
Each dale and hill is victory's prop.

5. Blessed be the bargain that profits all,
Dispelling want and envy's gall.