1. O Dawos, truly Abu Uzayhir's
Echoes have become hostage to the valley, so inspire

2. A war that makes the sturdy grey, though every
Base slave comes to vileness in the end

3. Then mourn your brother with each tanned one, faded,
And each white one like carnelian engraved

4. And each smooth soft leather one as if
A pregnant she-camel yearning, desiring to give birth

5. And a spotted she-camel whose spots the bare ground accentuate as if
A master with an austere abode and vast courtyard

6. If you kill a hundred because of him, still it is baseness
Compared to Abu Uzayhir's men on the high ground