Sol 5.6

  1. Will you not give your captive drink, O sons of Jarm?

    My life be your ransom—you who are parched with burning thirst—

  2. Ever present in councils, a raiser of banners,

    A mender of breaches, an opener of barriers,

  3. A slaughterer of bellowing camels, a slayer of tyrants,

    One who encamps upon the heights, a breaker of fetters,

  4. A speaker of decisive words, an undoer of firm resolves,

    A solver of mysteries, a climber of highlands.

Sol 5.6