One thing alone is needful, that the foe
Shall reap from us no triumph and no fame,
Nay, rather shall he serve, in this our woe,
As witness to immortalize our name.
If now with me ye hand in hand will go,
Through thousand ages shall your glory flame,
For nothing in Numantia shall remain
Which these proud foes can garner to their gain.
Make now a fire in middle of the square,
Whose tongues of flame shall to the heavens swell,