1. I trace my descent, then take refuge in Dabis, a stronghold,

    Massive of shoulder, mighty of neck.

  2. And the bond in Mallan is not loosely tied,

    With firm strands of strong rope.

  3. And I see your noble one—nothing precious apart from him;

    And I see your lands as a watering place for my steed.

  4. She ate greedily; her owners then dragged her by her leg,

    And they packed loads onto her leather basket and support.

  5. The short ones despaired; they were not of her womenfolk,

    And their walking companions are among those who envy her.

Sol 6.1