1. O young camel, though the shadow of the tall castle obscured from you my fighting on the day of battle,
Ask my steed - did I ever let it loose except against a throng dark as night intertwined?

2. Ask my sword about me - did I ever strike with it on a day of war anything but the coronet of a king?
Ask my spear about me - did I ever stab with it anything but a mailed warrior between throat and palate?

3. I give drink to the sword and give drink to the spear their fill, and I follow the standard and fear no mishap.
How many a cutting blow with the edge of a sharp sword, and stabbing thrust that cracked the corselet in the links!

4. Were it not for Him whom the angels dread in their awe, I would have made my charger's back the dome of heaven.