1. When you pass by a valley, raging and turbulent,
Restrain your rage, and let that be our valley.

2. And if you pass by a club, not graced by nobility,
Sit in that, our club.

3. We attack recklessly the white fatality, and slaughter it,
Until even our shepherd thirsts at times.

4. The ewes wander lost after five, bleating,
When they hear our voice on the watering places.

5. And the caravan gathers startled and scattered,
Not feeling safe from fate except from us.

6. And the guest spends the night miserable in our dwellings,
We accept that, and his judgement rules over us.