1. I heard the turns of fate and the reproacher's words,
And avoided the war of the battling king,

2. And the days turned away from what he sought,
Yet no seeker honored him more than he who asked.

3. He who knew us - even if he were to disobey by day,
His armies would pelt his enemies with darkness.

4. And when he is relaxed, the hearts of his enemies
Writhe like a toy in the hands of a playing boy.

5. Who is there to call on the victorious king in whose hand
Are storms of generosity and gifts?

6. And when he marched forth, the plain became
Waves - white, and boats white.

7. The love and awe of hearts are the possessions of a king Who thus easily leads them, out of awe, though wrathful.