تهدل من باناس شطٌّ إِلى الفلا

فأصبح كالمفلوج سال لعابه

He slopes down from the highlands of Banas to the plain

So he became like the paralyzed, his saliva flowing

وعهدي بالنصل المقارع في الوغى

يَفلُّ وهذا فُلَّ منه قرابُه

And my covenant with the piercing sword in battle

Breaks, and this is broken from it, its scabbard

وفي تلعاتِ الصخر قد شق نهره

يزيد فصانت ضفتيه هضابُه

And in the slopes of the rock his river has split

Increasing, so its two banks became hills

وخير سيوف الهند ما صحَّ متنُه

ومُزِّقَ فوق الشفرتين قرابُه

And the best Indian swords are those whose blades are sound

And torn above the two edges is its scabbard