1. I remembered you when the antelopes denied
Their sheaths, and got to know each other in infatuation,

2. And the arrows from the crevices of the quivers were as though
They were showers succeeding from the pudenda of clouds,

3. So my eyes belittled the hordes of enemies,
And the succession of feet in the advance,

4. And I found the coolness of safety in the heat of battle,
With death behind me at times and at times before me.