1. I and you and the enemies helping them
And you are to me as you are inside

2. Like an eagle saw a spearhead mounted on
A slender bow, straight and finely balanced

3. So he said no harm as long as support
Does not come to it from me to aid in the work

4. So he wore the bow and protected it with his primaries
When an archer from the tribe of Tha'lab took flight

5. He shot it swiftly and did not miss his foe
So he fell crashing from the mountain peak

6. And he said, as the arrow spurred his primaries:
Who can I blame? My doom came from myself.