1. He persisted in his quest until his people were torn apart,
In a house of humiliation that had stripped them of their glory.

2. They fell from their steeds, their heads flung
While their crowns lay in the dust - their sandals.

3. The horses of darkness were routed, fleeing,
Wandering though their range grew narrow.

4. In the soil their tails had been like plaits -
Tightly woven on the day their braids were plaited.

5. So they spent the night as bedding while the swords were unsheathed,
Fuel for the flames until the fire consumed them.