1. When war unsheathes its blade,
And brandishes its sword in its palace,

2. We repulse it, its dogs routed,
By lions whose claws are concealed.

3. With biting, vanquished serpents their necks,
And fleeing, defeated horses their flanks,

4. Long has their weakness burdened them,
Disasters that multiply their turmoil.

5. When their swords are drawn,
And the horses charge with yielding sides,

6. The hastening raid pleased them,
And its striking held back their slaughter.

7. Their high grasses shaded the land
With the clamor of lively spring.

8. Whenever a band attacks me,
Oppressive, their insults please me.

9. I answer their curses without fear
Until their witchcraft is seen in their dogs,

10. When the rhymes are bent in their tails,
You find their doors wide open,

11. Facing you, their valleys pouring forth.