The gatesof the riversare openedAnd the palaceis dissolved.
He remembershis nobles;They stumblein their march,They hurryto her wall,And the manteletis setup.
It is fixed:She is stripped,she is carriedaway,And her handmaidsare moaninglike the soundof doves,Beatingon their breasts.
Behold,your peopleare womenin your midst!The gatesof your landare openedwideto your enemies;Fireconsumesyour gate bars.
