Assi faran las bestias · por domar è domadas,
Non podran à la noche · tornar à sus posadas.
And this shall be one of the signs · that fill with doubts and fright:
The sea its waves shall gather up, · and lift them, in its might,
Up to the clouds, and far above · the dark sierra’s height,
Leaving the fishes on dry land, · a strange and fearful sight.
The birds besides that fill the air, · the birds both small and great,
Shall screaming fly and wheel about, · scared by their coming fate;
And quadrupeds, both those we tame · and those in untamed state,
Shall wander round nor shelter find · where safe they wonned of late.