1. I saw the arrows of a wasp's bow,
Sharp-tipped though unfeathered they never go astray,

2. Arrows with neither notch nor feathers tied,
Yet from his quiver he strikes and bears away.

3. He seeks no aid against those he would slay,
No allies to share out the prey,

4. He shows no mercy for creatures in his sight,
No quarter though they be meek and slight,

5. His stings strike deep in both soft and tough,
Yet his onslaught brings no grief to the wild beasts rough.