The battle is not ready,
When the instrument of Battle is not ready;
The warrior cannot walk into the battle field
When his quiver is empty

The land cannot hope for rest,
When the weapons are not stacked
In the venom that strangle the high and low,
Weakening to lame the strongest feet!

The instrument of war,
The same in the camp of the enemy and the good,
Sharpen for destruction or restoration!
The warriors targets them swiftly!

Arrows in the quiver of the mighty,
The battle is set when they are set,...