1. When the night revealed itself and the horizon whitened,
And the veil of night uncovered the face of the roads,

2. The easygoing plain called me early in the morning
A lament, that if you provoke it, a courageous one responds

3. Calling to the hunt—didn’t you say go forth
With lean, sturdy hounds, bright-eyed,

4. Yellowish in color and whitish, twitching,
As if their ears were made of some shreds,

5. If the cheek sticks to the ear it would stick.