1. When my opponents demand a debt from me,
I repay the debt with my long, slender spear.

2. The edge of my sword satisfies us all,
And judges fairly between you and me.

3. You ignoble people do not know my worth,
Though the heroic know it well.

4. No youngster has demolished my pillar,
Nor has old age reached out to my prime.

5. With my sword and the tips of my spears
I rose above the horizon of Suhā and Farqadayn.

6. I left my challenger in the middle of the desert,
Smudging his cheek and his companions.

7. And how many horsemen by my sword
Became severed heads with bloody hands.

8. Vultures of death hover above them
And ravens gather around them.

9. Another escapes, horrified by my person,
His tears flowing copiously.

10. Soon I will destroy all of you with my patience,
My banner will be raised and my eye soothed.