[The] cunning creation . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . [from] its clay covering is bent;
[Mind] . . . . . . the swift one drawn.
The bold ones in counsel bound in rings
19 The wall-foundations with wires, wondrously together.
20 Bright were the burgher’s homes, the bath halls many,
Gay with high gables —a great martial sound,
Many mead-halls, where men took their pleasure,
Till an end came to all, through inexorable fate.
The people all have perished; pestilence came on them: