1. The cavalry of Sadus that destroyed his legions,
The spears in their heads like shooting stars,

2. If you do not meet us in battle, your horsemen have witnessed
That I stand fast with patience.

3. Woe to you from our chieftains gathered
In columns, pouring down like heavy rain.

4. Abu Uqail, do not slaughter your chieftains,
For you are you, and time keeps changing.

5. If we make peace, we will come for you
With every Indian sword in its sheath,

6. And every bare-flanked mare, surrounded
On all sides by a lion with pedigree.

7. Do not think, O people, that we will let you slip away
Or flee when flight becomes necessary.

8. No, by the Lord of the swaying anklets at dawn,
Which spirited youths pursue when called upon.