1. Zubayda we found was not forbearing
The day we met, and death's horses raced ahead

2. When they retreated, we wrought their backs
As fire does the dry timber till it cracks

3. And Khalid left the birds hovering
O'er his blood, though no life in him remained

4. I'm made for war, guard it when cold winds blow
And warm myself in its blaze as I glow

5. I meet the thrust under armor smiling
While the sweat-drenched horses frown beguiling

6. If death had raced me while seeking men's souls
I'd have outsped it ere it reached its goals

7. I've a steed by fraying tempers riled
Outpacing birds, none can match his stride

8. I wield a sword that once unsheathed in rage
Cleaves the enemy's skull, their bones disengaged

9. I'm the warrior, when hostile horses arise
On days of battle and blood freely flies

10. No champion's face scowled in the fray's heat
Whose face I did not greet with smile replete

11. None raced men for honors on days of repute
Unless I sped to them before anyone could