1. The land of drinking is soil like ambergris
And its breeze flows with musk most fragrant

2. And its domes contain round-faced maidens
With glances from every coquette most flirtatious

3. O Abla your love takes our minds
And softens our hearts so do not abandon

4. O Abla if I did not see you with my eyes
I would not undertake every difficult task

5. O Abla how many harsh battles I engaged
With a seasoned tough-limbed bay steed

6. I came to them as the sun was in mid-sky
The troops between vanguard and rearguard

7. They clamored so I cried out against them and they assembled
And the commander of that army approached me

8. So I lunged at this one with my spear and slayed that one
With the bare swordblade sharpest and brightest

9. And I charged their leader severed his vein
And killed every elder of great stature

10. They left armor and weapons routed in retreat
Fleeing in haste across the barren plain

11. And I raised the banners of humiliation over them
And divided their plunder for each fierce warrior

12. Then I left them it was not my aim except
For a renown lasting till resurrection day

13. He who does not live mighty through his spearhead
Will die the death of disgrace amid the throng

14. For a precious life there's no escape from death
So spend your time in the proudest noblest way