1. My mother did not bear me a weakling among my people;

    nor was my plumage made of tail feathers, nor was I weary.

  2. Nor was I a desert truffle sprouting in a low hollow;

    rather, I take refuge in a spacious camel-fold.

  3. I answer whenever the caller summons me, and defend myself

    with a gleaming, polished sword whose cutting edge is keen.

  4. Indeed, I am of a people who, when they fight the foe,

    charge with young, intrepid raiders like shooting stars.

  5. So do not threaten me with your proud boasts, for I

    shall force you, at my hands, to ride a hard and perilous course.

Sol 6.1