The first line:
The kindred at the gate.
No fault.
The third line:
Armed and lying in ambush
under the thicket. Looming above
is their high mound.
For three years, there is no rising.
The fourth line:
Mounting their ramparts.
Unable to conquer.
Fortune.
The fifth line:
The kindred first wail and yet later laugh:
great armies are able to meet.