Chapter 2 No.2

Night-dews pearled the painted hide-tents,

"Moyas" named, that on the mead

Sheltered dark-eyed women wearing

Braided hair and woven bead.

Never man had seen their lodges,

Never warrior crossed the slopes

Where they rode, and where they hunted

Imu bulls and antelopes.

Masterless, how swift their riding!

While the wild steeds onward flew,

From round breasts and arms unburdened

Freedom's winds their tresses blew.

Only when the purple shadows

Slowly veiled the darkening plain

Would they sorrow that the Sun-god

Dearer loved his Alp's domain.