The river gates are opened, the palace is in dismay;
The officers are summoned, they stumble as they go, they hasten to the wall, the mantelet is set up.
its mistress is stripped, she is carried off, her maidens 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 foes; fire has devoured your bars.