1. The farmer's means are now tied
To your lofty banners knotted

2. Your banners fluttered victoriously upon you
With glory from a long, praised conquest

3. A banner for might, its wing spread
In a scheme, and a banner for generosity

4. And I see the spears, since you gathered their fragments
They did not lack victory and support

5. And the stars of those who opposed you are in an abyss
Eclipsed by the rising of your fortunate star

6. So submit, that the rage of every opponent
Among them subsides, and the soul of every envier languishes