Thou causest to weep every year.
The bright-colored allallu bird thou didst love.
Thou didst crush him and break his pinions.
In the woods he stands and laments, "O my pinions!"
Thou didst love a lion of perfect strength,
Seven and seven times[897] thou didst bury him in the corners (?),
Thou didst love a horse superior in the fray,
With whip and spur[898] thou didst urge him on,
Thou didst force him on for seven double hours,[899]
Thou didst force him on when wearied and thirsty;