1. O nights of old, return
You left behind harsh nights

2. News I was told by a group
Whose vipers brought out poisonous snakes

3. I am the one who tested them
My time did not last long forcing enemies

4. So from now, think and return
What you fear is sweetest in my heart

5. And the Merciful became gentle with us, seeker
Of peace and most compliant to the rein of guidance

6. And He was angry with the unjust among us
And the most turning away from the paths of righteousness

7. Come before spears were let loose
And swords of polished blades

8. Then beware of me and another like it
The eye reddens with dripping of tears

9. And take my pardon as long as you are
A hand that takes and join some of my love

10. Do not repeat so His anger repeats
And leave my sword in some of the sheaths

11. Or I will rush, if you wish
With a noble, lofty sword and steed

12. And a bow above which is its star
And a sharpened arrow, all of this in my lands

13. And if I say ride, they came ready
The people all with sharpened swords

14. And hands were lost with you
Planted in soil not my steed’s

15. Entrusted with wheat, so when scattered
Every land sprouted thorns of witnesses

16. So may its curse be upon an owner
Who has no origin of return for farmers

17. When you bended your bows for me
You stood with arrows shooting my horses

18. O you who made a promise, you heard me
Then the anxiety did not remain as a pillow

19. You will reap what you sow for me
And the fire will touch from my flints

20. Lord of he who almost got me one night
And he calls my name on the day of battle

21. When his pulling emptied my quiver
And the paper of my old age ran out of ink

22. Then he goes playfully if he insults me
And sees my flesh as the tastiest food

23. And he thinks time is all cash
Then he finds me in the length of distances

24. How can they hope to subdue me after it
My banner became long and my honor and achievement

25. And for their excuse, if before it
They did not see except my sparks and flints

26. That they may have forgotten those so for them
A return that will terrify them, heat of my whips

27. My patience towards them lasted long so they adopted
An ugly, blatantly evil trait

28. A trait that dyes the edges of spears
And the bodies of arrows and white horses

29. With a piercing stab that makes the brave flee
And a blow like the mouths of auctions