1. So we spent the night where evening found us,
Near barren ground where dogs bark at us,

2. We moved their captives little by little
To another little group as fortune is apportioned,

3. We were angry at her who was once docile,
And the best of those who seek advantage is the indignant one,

4. We brought the horses galloping without rest,
From fertile meadows where the tax collector beats them.