The river gates are opened; the palace melts away;
He remembers his officers; they stumble as they go, they hasten to the wall; the siege tower is set up.
its mistress is stripped; she is carried off, her slave girls lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.
Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars.
