The first line:
The kindred at the gate.
No fault.
The second line:
The kindred in the ancestral temple.
Remorse.
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 fifth line:
The kindred first wail and yet later laugh:
great armies are able to meet.