Come in procession, come in succession,
Our toils have come to summon you to the spot.
Ho, Deer that are unfortunate, Deer that are curst,
Enter this path of mine which is empty of men.
On the left stand spearmen,
On the right stand spearmen,
And whichever of (those two) ways you go,
By that self-same way will you be turned back.
“Now proceed till you meet the stag, and as he rouses himself from slumber, say:—
“Ho, Crown Prince with your Speckled Princess,