1. If I gather strength though frail I be,
And break the idols though I cannot see,

2. I'll find the path though far it be,
Bearing my load of good and misery,

3. My steps will echo grandly.
Then should a hound harass me, I'll hamstring him,

4. Laming a horse that grazes on a tree,
Like the small serpent in a boulder's hold.