In old Ra Gada days When Forebears came ashore Among them were sword-singers According to the lore At fore were Yaghoub's Thirteen Noble Ansei all One there was named Navid This song is of his fall Navid loved Sayeedeh Sayeedeh loved him not Her heart was pledged to Ihlqub The Thirteen's finest shot As Ihlqub plied his bow In practice on the beach Navid approached with empty hands Until he was in reach While Ihlqub faced the target Navid called up his shehai Slew his love's love with sacred sword And watched his rival die Back to Yaghoub's beachhead Went into his tent Fell for shame on his own sword Dishonor thus was spent