By the spirits of turbulence and wrath that rise from the restless and uninhabited sea.
And over them with hangman's hands had been securely established the domination
Of Brahma, Prince of Error, and Buddha, the demon of Peace,
And above us burned the inflamed face of the sun.
Voice: O!
Cassius: There we were,
Hair full of sand, wading in sand up to the fleshy part of the leg,
And seeing that multitude confronting us,
Fear entered into us and a distaste for fighting, and for going forward forever on the face of that desert land.
And we saw that we were few and dispersed and our cannon were sunk in the sand.