1. Was I not, O gray hair, the first assailant,
Whose spear marched among them, and the last to turn back?

2. My flight was a song with a spearpoint,
My defense of you with sins.

3. I left the heels of the spears in their cheeks,
And distributed it among their shoulders and flanks.

4. I did not leave any pride for the enemy over you
By my death when you turned away.

5. Because of their fear of a state I establish
Harsher upon them than the crying of my loved ones.