1. I roused them like the towering peaks of spears
To battle, before the drowsiness of dawn.

2. So horsemen attained their wish with the spears
And resolved their honor with reconciliation.

3. For a raid, the hearer of its news
Would choke with thirst in its scorching heat.

4. No disgrace is upon its kindler,
Nor sin upon its bringer.

5. It's up to you, so seize its booty -
Blood to be shed freely and wealth freely taken.

6. We are indeed in the land of our enemies;
We do not tread the sacrosanct save as violators.

7. O soul, from anxiety to resolve,
For the burden of harm has no comfort.

8. The time has come for the heart wearied
By long pining for wishes to find rest.

9. I must mount it, arduous, insolent,
Under an insolent brave youth.

10. He exerts it, or folds with loss,
Other than what was destined or gains success.

11. Rest and comfort are the humiliation of a man,
And honor lies in drinking the draft of settled life.

12. Where the spears judge, none else,
And none heeded but the caller to struggle.

13. How good is the matter even if
Upon cushions of bliss in places of rest!

14. And the disheveled passionate one whom anxiety
Has bent with sorrow and caused to fall.

15. When he saw patience doing him harm,
He found rest, and whoever cannot bear humiliation finds rest.

16. Repelling with the chest of the sword when he saw
That harm is not repelled with rest.

17. When will I see the plain shook
With a stallion the neighs of whose grief are tumultuous?

18. When will I see the people who at dawn
Were greeted with a piercing stab?

19. The fugitive in his cover
Frightened, watches for the fall of wounds.

20. When will I see the bright swords that have poured
A torrent of blood overcoming the torrent of gore?

21. When will I see the shining sword bloodstained
From every polished, long spear?

22. Smeared at its base from the grief of dawn
As if it were the virgin in her veil.

23. When the tumult of fright came upon it
It fled to the gathering of its scabbards.

24. A people who accepted weakness and substituted
For the sword the cup of drink to redden their hands.

25. They inherited rule even if they begot
It would inherit from the stabbing of spears.

26. The veil of glory covered their defects
So they were exposed by humiliation - what an exposing!

27. I and the critic of my honor are as one
Who frightened the lions of evil with barking.

28. He seeks my company while being certain
That my rein is in the right hand of clouds.

29. So set your eyes, gazing, you will see
My dust in the eyes of the calumniators.

30. And be easy about your side, never
Will the towering mountain be shaken by the passing wind.

31. My heart never aspired to ascendence
Nor extended my hands in supplication.

32. If I do not attain it by stipulating as
I wish over the eggs of ostriches and proposing.

33. I profit from it with the choicest
That satisfies hopes, gaining and ease.

34. So what keeps me from a range
Not of lineage or begetting?

35. A charlatan extending with his ribs
And deceiving the people until they were duped.

36. One without glory aspires
When I am excused by the aspirants.

37. And a scheme the loss mocks,
Difficult, clearing the people like the cups pass around.

38. I endured myself during its horrors
And said for its stupidity, no comfort.

39. Either a man who attained ascendence and recovered
Or a hero who tasted loss and found rest.