News!What is the word that they tell now—now—now!
The little drums beating in the bazaars?
They beat (among, the buyers and the sellers)
God tends a gnat against Nimrud!’
Watchers, O Watchers a thousand!
News!At the edge of the crops—now—now—where the well-wheels are halted,
One prepares to loose the bullocks and one scrapes his hoe,
They beat (among the Bowers and the reapers)
God prepares an ill day far Nimrud!’
Watchers, O Watchers ten thousand.
News!By the fires of the camps—now—now—where the travellers meet,
Where the camels come in and the horses: their men conferring,
They beat (among the packmen and the drivers)
Thus it befell last noon to Nimrud!’
Watchers, O Watchers an hundred thousand!
News!Under the shadow of the border-peels—now—now—now!
In the rocks of the passes where the expectant shoe their horses,
They beat (among the rifles and the riders)
Shall we go up against Nimrud?’
Watchers, O Watchers a thousand thousand!
News!Bring out the heaps of grain—open the account-books again!
Drive forward the well-bullocks against the taxable harvest!
Eat and lie under the trees—pitch the police-guarded fair-grounds, O dancers!
Hide away the rifles and let down the ladders from the watch-towers!
They beat (among all the peoples)
God has reserved the Sword for Nimrud!
God has given Victory to Nimrud!
Let us abide under Nimrud!’
O Well-disposed and Heedful, an hundred thousand thousand!