1. Stop awhile at the abodes - should their wastes sadden you -
Haply your eyes may shed the drops of tears.

2. Ask of their news - whither their lords have sped
And when they shall return - there was a home

3. For Ubil at a coast turned away from your course -
She went in haste, so her retreating figure diminished from your sight,

4. Then, O land, lush and soft, she watered you, flooding,
With tears that poured from her, freely flowing.

5. When, in the spring the meadows were mantled by its flowers' robes,
The land glowed when spring decked it with finery.

6. How many a dear night I spent with a fair one, lithe of form,
Sheltering one who revived, when night fell, her languishing lover nigh.

7. A sun, whose rising I greet on bended knee
In awe before its glory, dissipating the shadows of night by its rising light.

8. O Ubil, fear not for me the foe, what day
Their hordes attack me, with chaos and confusion.

9. For death, O Ubaylah, is loss and cross,
While I and my spear are its root and trunk.

10. On the morrow I pass by the foreigners' abodes
With a cup more bitter to drink than poison deadly in its effect,

11. Smiting them a blow to abase their lords, at which falls
Grey-haired and suckling alike, with no distinction between dignitary and commoner.

12. When Cyrus's armoured companies swarmed against me,
Revealing feelings hidden deep within their breasts,

13. I battled them until I was wearied, and they complained
Of the choking clouds of dust, raised by paupers and princes.

14. Then to our lions was their meat,
Their steeds and mail became the booty for us, their slayers.

15. O Ubil, would that death had been depicted,
It would have prostrated itself before me, bowing in worship.

16. I had smitten amongst souls with my sword, destroying,
Whomsoever answered not its speech or disobeyed its commands.