And now Behobia’s broken arch below

By Biriatú he threats the Bidasoa’s flow.

XII.

At Andarlása craggy mount and moor

Girding the rapid stream forbid its verge;

But Oyarzún not yet may sleep secure.

’Twixt Jaizquibel and crested Haya urge

His fiery columns straining to emerge.

See on the crownéd heights our forces rest.