1. The day of battle, the day of thrusting spears, when arrayed,
The horses of the battlefield, draped in mail, and their valiant riders,

2. Were of one color by the water, so they appeared alike,
Except for the varied hues of the steeds and their heroic spirit.

3. They charged towards the ever-turning millstone of fate,
Veiled by another like a fixed star that loses its radiance.

4. Arms and legs flew amidst the blows,
And necks that had no talismans fell.

5. As long as you remain, good continues for me whatever befalls me,
For you are the channel of guidance - may you always uphold it!