1. He seemed on the day of wager like a cloud
That drifted in the winds amid clouds

2. A resolute descendant of mighty 'Aad
Seeking to end a soul would attain it

3. The edge of his blade guides it straight
Like leather yet to be dyed its blade bare

4. This two edged sword enveloped
In mail like flayed iron sheets

5. And a spring's rod like a brave knight
Conveying the messages of lethal fate

6. It comes at me blood dripping from its edges
Dyeing the eyelids with blood profuse